Today, on the way to the sanctuary I volunteer at we pass by a male pheasant that'd obviously been hit and had a damaged leg. He was lying in between the white line and the curb and trying hard to get up.
So we stopped in a lay by and I ran back to get him. But half way back to the car after trying hard to hold on, he shuddered and passed away from shock. :(
I named him Ron after the ALF founder and place him in a grassy part near the lay-by so he would become carrion.
So RIP little one, and a big finger up at all the awful farmers who farm these beautiful creatures just so they can go shoot them.
Tue Apr 12, 2011 1:49 pm
