I saw something sad yesterday; an injured seagull in the road. I wanted to stop and kill it but my wife wouldn't let me.
Reminds me of when I was working as a security guard at the waterfront, there was an injured seagull with a broken wing and probably other things too because it couldn't stand. It was just in a heap lying there just moving its head. I found a large piece of wood and did it in as much as it hurt me to do that, I felt it was best for the bird.
Oh, animal rescue won't take in seagulls or pigeons. Owls and eagles are fine...
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