The Finality
I took both the birds out to the shed where we kept the
apparati. I put the carriers on a table, speaking in low tones to the
injured creatures. Then I picked up a plastic box with a lid and a
brass fitting attached with heavy glue to the side. I opened the box,
then went back to the table and opened one of the carriers. The
iridescent black duck inside was laying on one wing, injured foot in the
air. I put the lovely creature in the plastic box while I stroked his
head. Closing the box, I took the tube running from the tank and
plugged it into the fitting on the box. No, that's wrong, I connected the tube before putting the bird in, no point in adding any more fear than needed. The duck was looking at me
while I did this. I opened the valve on the tank, then opened the tube
gate. I made myself watch every second of what I was doing to the
duck. He thrashed about some, and stopped moving after about 20 seconds
or so. At 30 seconds I shut off the tank and disconnected the tube
from the box. I took the box outside and opened it being careful not to
breathe any traces of the gas. I took the limp duck and put him in the
freezer we use to store dead birds before we cremate them. I then
collected the box, opened it, took up the other carrier and put in the
Ruby Throated Hummingbird that had been brought in that morning with a
broken wing. I reconnected the gas and turned it on, the little thing
was dead in ten seconds. Again, I made myself watch the entire
procedure. The tiny bird was about an inch and a half long at most,
and his feathers shone metallic red and green in the sun. I put him in
the freezer as well. Death comes swiftly for injured animals, although
sometimes not swiftly enough.
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