Kira’s wings had been tied down with a rag but what enraged me most was the device around her leg that chained her to the perch. It had barbs on the inside which bit into her flesh. Fortunately for Kira it had been made for a somewhat larger bird and so had only pricked her. But a bird any larger would have been pierced by the barbs enough to draw blood. If left on it would soon fester. The thought made me ill. I retched into the stale, sour straw on the floor.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish