Saturday, September 12, 2020
About 2 weeks ago an injured baby sparrow ended up at the front of our door. Lol. Pik Lin and I were initially planning to go out for dinner to keep her sane from the intensive coding classes she had been doing (she's just graduated from Juno, congrats babe!) so she was heading out when she saw a fluttering sparrow on our doormat. She didn't know what to do so I went home and took a look. It was an adorable fledgling sparrow, still with some downy feathers. We didn't quite know what to do with it, as the parents didn't come looking for it despite Pik Lin waiting outside with it for half an hour. The nights have been getting more chilly too and we didn't want raccoons to have a midnight sparrow snack, so we took it in and placed it into a box while we went out for dinner, researching on what to do with abandoned wildlife.
After dinner at Owl of Minerva (fantastic food), we came back and checked out the bird. I commented that I was holding a descendant of dinosaurs right in my hand, and I was technically holding a dinosaur. So we ended up calling the sparrow... Dinosaur. Lol. How unoriginal. Dino, as we called it for short was squawking and panicking every time we tried to examine it's injuries. But we noticed that it's right wing wasn't moving at all, and it's left leg looked mangled, probably from the fall from a tree. Anyway, I picked up Dino with a towel and it was chirping like mad and fluttering crazily. I rested Dino on it's back and started to give it a massage to calm it down, and hopefully ease any pain it had from the fall.
I started talking to Dino to calm it down while massaging it. And surprisingly, Dino completely calmed down. Heck, it got so comfortable, it even slept! And every time I stopped, Dino would wake up, look at me as if I was obliged to continue massaging it, and then close it's eyes as I continued the massage and talking to Dino. So adorbs, lmao.
After about an hour, it was getting late and I needed to sleep, so I put the indignant Dinosaur back into the box with a warmed sock and a little bit of water. Aaand when I woke up the next day, I found Dino dead. Zzz. Dinosaur's body was still warm, so I assumed it must've died pretty recently. Aye, what a pity.
On that note, Pinhead, our hedgehog we left in Malaysia, also died in July. The adorable grump had been in Ashwyn's care since we left. Ash gracefully accepted our offer to take care of Pinhead after the nightmare of the bureaucracy trying to get Pinhead to come with Canada. Seriously. When it comes to immigration, they're all nightmares to work with. Passing onto departments, repeating information the previous department said, contradicting the things previous departments said, and at the end of it, the same old document the first department gave. With no assurances and a hefty cost, we felt it was best to leave Pinhead behind. We actually had another offer to from someone to take care of Pinhead. InJune heard from Miki that we were leaving and asked if her friend could look after him. Her friend had been wanting a hedgehog for some time and felt like a matured hedgehog with all the equipment would be a good start. I was open to it, but considering Ashwyn was closer and he had experience with his hedgehog, Pudding, I felt Pinhead would be in safer hands with him.
Ashwyn messaged me on Facebook about him; Pik Lin and I were pretty down for the whole day, knowing that Pinhead had gone back to hell as the rightful ruler, lol. That's the hardest part of owning a pet; when they pass on. I mean, when Hammy my hamster died when I was 11, I was super sad and said I never wanted to own another pet. And of course I did 15 years later with Pinhead, because of Pik Lin, heh. Well, no pets for now. I mean, our rental place doesn't allow them, and we don't want the burden of taking care of a pet when we're not in the right situation to take care of one. But it would definitely be nice, just not now.
Oh, speaking of rental, the inconsiderate Vietnamese have all moved out. They've been replaced by 6 Indians who are even more inconsiderate, loudmouthed, shouting at each other throughout the day, blasting Bollywood music at midnight, and stomping on the ground as if they're giants. Zzz. Great. Be careful what you wish for. When we hoped the Vietnamese would move out, we were also hoping for a bunch of more considerate housemates. Guess not.
