So, I was out playing a round of disc-golf (my new favorite game) this afternoon, when I happened upon a poor little injured bird. It looked like it had been chewed on ferociously by a dog. Poor thing was clearly in a heap of pain. I took it to the emergency vet to see what they could do. They recommended putting it under; surgery would be too expensive. "No!", I insisted this little fighter be given the chance to live. So, I took my camera to a pawn shop to pay for the surgery. The little guy is a survivor, but he's in pain. The little birdie pain-medication they gave me will only last a couple days. So now, I'm trying really hard to get him a refill of the prescription.
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