Phoebe Vigil

Well, it has come to this: It would be nothing less than a miracle if Phoebe survives. Around midday, I jetted off to deposit some money into the bank and to buy some more Pedialyte. When I arrived home, I immediately checked up on Phoebe. She looked dead. Her neck was twisted around, and her wings were splayed, as if she had crashed into a wall and landed in the pen.

When I pick her up, I can feel her still pulsing heart in my hand. Slower and shallower than from in the past though. Occasionally, she opens her eyes, but, for the most part, they stay closed. I try bottle feeding her, but it seems as if she’s too weak to even drink. Fucked up shit holding her waining life in my hands.


About magdave

Two people passionate about the slow life of creating tasty food in our little kitchen, with the help of our greenhouse, the garden patches
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