Two blogs in one day may seem a bit excessive, but when it rains, it pours. Plus I have good reason. About 8 pm, I embarked on what seemed like would be a pleasant walk with my mom. We made it not two blocks away when we had to witness the nastiest thing I've seen in a long time.
A young girl was helping a crow across the street using a stick--she didn't seem like she wanted to pick it up. She was having some trouble and cars started to pile up in front of her, so she abandoned the crow and went back to the other side of the street. One pickup pulled over and two SUVs went slowly by. I handed Jack's leash to my mom, as I'm not afraid of picking up a bird (that's what soap's for, right?) and headed over to at least rescue the crow to the other side of the road.
As I was nearing the crow, one of the SUVs backed right over it (not without a nasty splat noise) and then ran over it again. I suppose I could see "putting it out of its misery" if the bird was obviously suffering, but it wasn't. Plus both I and the people in the pickup were going through rescuing actions. I couldn't believe it.
You may think I'm just a bleeding heart, but you have to realize that I once carried my beloved (well, at least beliked) pet chickens to their death by beheading.