Monday, October 06, 2003
Catherine Found Birdy
Last night as I was stopping by my fave vending machine for a study treat I found a black bird that been attacked in a manner reminiscent of the way Officer McGruff fights crime. The poor birdy was cowering against a wall with his poor wing draped over his poor bloody body. This was so sad I almost cried. He was making no noise, just sitting horribly still. Almost, but not quite deathly still.
After a quick council with Laura I rushed to my lab to try and find help. Let me tell you, it is not easy to help a hurt animal in Los Angeles. Animal shelters are few and far between and most would not take any more animals. Finally, me and my friend I-Hsiang located an animal hospital in Santa Monica that would take him, but we had pay a $35 fee. Such is the price of being a good Samaritan.
Next we had to get the bird into a box. This was so sad, because how do you let an animal know that you are trying to help him. The first time I-Hsiang tried he attempted to fly away, but of course he couldn't. The second time he got him in and he remained relatively calm for the trip.
So we handed over the bird with the fee, and the hospital said if they could save him they would, if not they would make him more comfortable. So sad. Hopefully they did not just toss him in a dumpster after we left, but that would be a quick way to make a few bucks.
This brings up two questions:
1. Why didn't the bird fly away when he was attacked?
2. Why are there open fireplaces on the veranda of the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf in Santa Monica?
I think I need to clarify the second question. In typical I-Hsiang and Katie fashion we left for the hospital without really checking the exact address. This finds us standing at the corner of 9th and Wilshire, with a box full of injured bird wondering where the hospital went. I went into the Cofee Bean to ask the barrista if he knew. This particular Cofee Bean has a patio in the front with tables and chairs. In the center of the patio is a sort of kidney shaped rock counter/table with maybe 10-12 little tiki-torch-sized bonfires on top. It looks like a cross between a ski-lodge and luau, in ridiculous contrast with tables full of latte-sipping yuppies typing on their i-macs. Very strange, very random, and very LA.
Last night as I was stopping by my fave vending machine for a study treat I found a black bird that been attacked in a manner reminiscent of the way Officer McGruff fights crime. The poor birdy was cowering against a wall with his poor wing draped over his poor bloody body. This was so sad I almost cried. He was making no noise, just sitting horribly still. Almost, but not quite deathly still.
After a quick council with Laura I rushed to my lab to try and find help. Let me tell you, it is not easy to help a hurt animal in Los Angeles. Animal shelters are few and far between and most would not take any more animals. Finally, me and my friend I-Hsiang located an animal hospital in Santa Monica that would take him, but we had pay a $35 fee. Such is the price of being a good Samaritan.
Next we had to get the bird into a box. This was so sad, because how do you let an animal know that you are trying to help him. The first time I-Hsiang tried he attempted to fly away, but of course he couldn't. The second time he got him in and he remained relatively calm for the trip.
So we handed over the bird with the fee, and the hospital said if they could save him they would, if not they would make him more comfortable. So sad. Hopefully they did not just toss him in a dumpster after we left, but that would be a quick way to make a few bucks.
This brings up two questions:
1. Why didn't the bird fly away when he was attacked?
2. Why are there open fireplaces on the veranda of the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf in Santa Monica?
I think I need to clarify the second question. In typical I-Hsiang and Katie fashion we left for the hospital without really checking the exact address. This finds us standing at the corner of 9th and Wilshire, with a box full of injured bird wondering where the hospital went. I went into the Cofee Bean to ask the barrista if he knew. This particular Cofee Bean has a patio in the front with tables and chairs. In the center of the patio is a sort of kidney shaped rock counter/table with maybe 10-12 little tiki-torch-sized bonfires on top. It looks like a cross between a ski-lodge and luau, in ridiculous contrast with tables full of latte-sipping yuppies typing on their i-macs. Very strange, very random, and very LA.
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