As I sit here, I remember the stroll I took to the store a short while ago to get treats for myself. On the way there, by the terminal I saw a crow. There are many crows here and they are very ugly, especially when compared to our beautiful black ones back there at home. As I walked past, it looked like he was injured. This was confirmed when a bike passed about 2 feet from him. He could not fly away, and had to hop to get out of the way. I have no idea howthis happened to him, but his right wing was broken.

This saddened me. I wanted to go pick him up and take him home with me. I would have done this if I were actually going to my home back there at home. But this is not the case. I knew I could do nothing to help him and so I continued on my way. I got to the store, got my num nums, and headed home. I again passed by where he had been (I have no choice, only way to get home). I looked for hime quickly as I moved along. he was hard to spot, but I saw him about 2½ meters away somewhat in the tall weed growth.

I started to cry inside and my eyes got watery. Silly isn't it? There are probably many more out there in his situation, or just dead... but he I will have to see every day as I go to and from school. Winter is starting to set in... I will not feed him even though I am highly tempted to help him in some way. This would only be a cruel thing to do in the long run because he would likely then become dependent on food from me. It is also better if he dies quickly, rather than live on suffering.

A bird that is not aloud to fly free... is a sad thing indeed. A wild animal should always be aloud to be free, in there natural habitat.

I despise zoos and yet I love them. There I can see animals I would never likely see otherwise and safely... I would set all of them free though if I could, but I cannot.

I love animals I think, or at least the majority of the species far more than I do most people. Animals kill to survive, or to protect htere young... humans do that, only more today do it for 'sport' than anything else. Where is the sport in hunting a deer with a rifle? Or in hunting a fox with a pack of hounds, many horseman...? I dislike people who say they are proud hunters when all they do is kill the animal, maybe keep the skin, and waste everything else.

I think I am done ranting now... I don't make much sense and my ideas probably soud stupid to most of you, but it is the way I am. I will make no exscuses for the way I am and the way I choose to be. I wouldn't mind exterminating the majority of the human population, mysefl included. If it would mean that the people remaining (if any) would live with and for nature, I would die the happiest person in the world. This is never likely to happen. I'm perfectly aware of that, but I don't think there is anything wrong with wishful thinking.

I would rather everything die, let there be peace... true peace for all then the endless suffering that goes on world wide. To die quickly is better than to die a long anguiching death... at least this is what I think.

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