"Birdie fly too hard ... hit window too hard ... birdie gotta boo boo. Awww, birdie". This is the dialogue from JG that commenced just moments after we heard a loud THUD on our front window. He kept saying it over and over. We were wondering how much he had understood of what had just happened. After the birdie stopped moving for some time, he started informing/asking us "birdie sleeping?". For now, I think that was a good enough conclusion from him. I think we'll wait a little longer before crossing that reality check.
On the bright side, we were able to take the opportunity to shamelessly drive home a few lessons we have been trying to teach him. "That is what happens when you run with your toothbrush in your mouth," I think I said. It's worth a shot.
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Did the birdie ever wake up? This may be a good lesson in life and death. Not sure how to explain that to an almost 2 year old.
so, nothing happened when you tried to revive the bird? -a
Sadly, when the first 10 minutes of Birdie CPR failed to produce a positive response, I fashioned a makeshift "birdie" Defibulator out of 2 Kobalt flathead screwdrivers (for paddles) and a 1,000 picofarad capacitor connected to my car starter. By the third crank of the engine, my makeshift EKG machine still indicated a flatline. I think either my medical skills are not up to par with my engineering skills, or I should have used Stanley screwdrivers instead of Kobalt ... they were more expensive but in hindsight have lower resistivity.
Hindsigh is 20/20. I hope you don't blame yourself.
-a
i'd just like to add that that's a pretty messed up picture with JG staring at the dead bird.
and jesse, did you even check the leads before you assumed the flatline was correct?
Dr. Joel, good suggestion. It sounds like you are speaking from experience. Have you ever mistakenly assumed that someone was at flatline, when it was actually a machine problem?
yeah, but after the 4th time i vowed to never let it happen again. -j
I am so sad now. Not because of the bird dying. Not because of the possible realization, for the first time, that all life will eventually die. But, Jesse... Kobalt? Man... I may tear up in a second.
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