Byebye Blackbird;

I have had a very rough middle of April. Disregarding the dates altogether, I have come up with a whole slew of new and tender problems in my life. I needn't look to the past to create upset that is for certain. My car, which takes me to and from the university five days a week, is slowly on it's way out. Upon leaving for brunch Saturday I was greeted with smoke and a failed air-compresser beneath my hood. I already have broken windows, so without any air flow the hotbox of a Honda is unbearable in the Texas heat. I am to make do until I get my tax return back, which will go to financing a car that I am not at all taken with.

Last night Gogi rescued two small fledgling black birds that had fallen from their nest. The wind has been atrocious lately and must have prematurely forced them from the safety of their nest. I returned from work to see two small sad babes in a box in our bathroom. They wouldn't eat, and along with internal injuries and broken extremities they had the saddest eyes. Watching a helpless animal in pain and feeling the weight of being unable to ease their suffering is something I take very seriously. I have always seen the need to care for creatures, as they are living breathing beings like myself. One of the brothers passed away around 11:00, and somehow in the middle of the night the other went in his sleep. It was painful and grievous knowing that they were just old enough to begin flying, and yet they lived out the entirety of their last day in a cardboard box. I was wracked with grief all day after burying the two by our garden in the yard. As I came home, exhausted from classes and stress I noticed that my seedlings had finally sprouted.  From death, comes life. One must always remember that.