No More Majesty

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The story of a child and a bird.

Submitted: December 03, 2016

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Majestic, that was the only word the boy could think to describe it. The falcon soaring high above the treetops, he could watch it for hours. To have such grace in movements that looked so simple. The crack of a gunshot rang out through the tree's, and took the majestic falcon with it. It happened too fast for the boy to see, but the falcon fell down into the tree's.
The boy, terrified by this turn of events almost turned to run, but instead just started to run, towards the wounded bird. He had no chance of finding it the thick underbrush. But never the less he kept searching. Soon he was loosing hope and about to give up, but of course he did manage to find the bird, otherwise why would I be telling this story.
He tried to pick up the falcon but it thrashed around trying to escape him, even with its wound. Soon though it ran out of energy to fight. The boy took off his shirt and tore a piece of it off to use as a bandage for the animal. The bullet had gone right through the wing, the boy was just glad it had missed the main torso, if it hadn't he would have only found a body.
He wrapped up the wing best he could and started off to the town. He ran as fast as he could, he didn't think the bird would be in imminent danger, but he didn't know for sure. As he ran anger grew in him for the hunters, for even though he never saw anyone in those woods, he knew they must be there. For sometimes he would stumble upon the charred remains of a campfire. Other times he would even find deer that the hunters had shot, but either were still able to run away before they bled out, or just couldn't find in the thick underbrush.
He knew they would sometimes shoot birds as well. But never for the meat, just as sport, for fun.
The boy did not know where to take the bird, but when he got into town he found himself running to the local vet. He knew she mostly dealt with cats and dogs, but even if she couldn't help, she might know what to do next.
The town he lived in was pretty small, most people were also friendly. The veterinarian was a personal friend of the boys mom, so he knew she would not be in her office at this time. So he knew to run past it and ran to her home instead. The bird was not happy during all of this running, once in a while it would make an attempt to escape, but couldn't fly with its injured wing, and blood loss weakened it, so it was easy too keep hold of.
The boy knocked of the Veterinarians door and hope she would be home, instead of out shopping or even at his own home visiting his mom. But after a moment the door opened and he was met with a smile from the woman. At least it started as a smile, but as she soaked in the scene, her face turned to one of concern. She asked the boy what happened resolving to herself that she could have some peace tomorrow.
The boy explained the situation, as the woman took the bird onto her arm. Almost instantly it tried to fly off but didn't get anywhere except fallen to the floor. The woman picked up the bird again and considered what to do. She decided she could re-wrap the wing in a new cloth. This took quite a lot longer than when the boy did it. First the bird was starting to regain its strength, and also because the woman knew what she was doing, being much more careful.
The bullet seemed to miss everything vital, missing all the bones in the wing, there should be no complications as long as it didn't get infected. The woman decided to keep the falcon at her own home until it recovered enough to be set free. She also let the boy come over every few days to see how the bird was doing.
It didn't take long for her to realize the animal was not getting better. The wound had gotten infected and to her dismay her efforts to help the animal did little.
The bird got very sick after a few days, the woman invited the boy over to say goodbye to the animal they had tried to help. They cried as it closed its eyes for the last time, and it had a dream of getting kicked in the face by a horse, and said goodbye to the world.


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