# saw a half dead wood pigeon today dying of thirst on the footpath it was so sad to see it suffering - an immature bird by the look of it i didn't know if it was ill had simply bashed into a tree or had a wing caught by a local cat in any case it just lay there among the leaves panting a hot humid day you could tell it was half dead from lack of water i didn't know what to do i thought about calling the rspb feeling bad i ended up just walking on by another bad decision as usual informed only by laziness and possible inconvenience (certainly an inconvenience for the bird if i do diddly squat) on the way back from the shops i saw it again but this time it lay in the middle of the path i stared at it thinking it dead but then it suddenly half flapped and i was startled it really looked on its way out so i gently picked it up placed it deeper into the bushes down among the soft leaves it just lay there and did not move even now this late in the evening however i still feel bad at not doing more perhaps i could of saved it i don't know i don't think so at least that's what i'm telling myself i feel like josh brolin's character llewelyn in no county for old men when ey goes back out with some water for that half dead guy except i'm still slouched here on my fat arts on the couch and the wood pigeon is still out here un-watered i hope the poor bird has expired by now it's awful to think of it just laying there in pain - alone and afraid in the dark just waiting for a cat to tear it to sheds my father used to have a parrot wesley and despite it continually pecking me real painful like i still loved that silly thing no; i should have done more i was just too afraid and lazy - in many ways the story of my pathetic nowhere life // republic of bob