It was a gorgeous spring night last night, so my husband and I took a ride.
On the way home we saw a dying bird in the road — a pheasant.
By the time we made a U-turn and got out of the car, the bird was dead already.
My husband had a pair of gloves and picked her up and put her on the grass area so cars wouldn’t run her over.
We said a little prayer for her soul.
Came home and gave our kitty a lot of love.
It’s always so sad when a helpless animal dies.