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May. 23rd, 2025 06:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anaisninjaDriving into work this morning extra early. In between the stretches of road to the sanctuary that are sparse on lighting, a rabbit darts across before I can stop or swerve. When I look back in the rearview I initially did not see anyone on the road, but I heard it thump against my wheels, so I turn the car around to take a closer look. Sadly enough, there is a dead rabbit in the road. Not a marsh rabbit, but a cottontail. a healthy-looking young buck. Body clean except for two small abrasions across the shoulder, but very clearly gone. At least it happened quickly with little trauma.
I pull out one of the plastic bags in the back seat and get the rabbit scooped into it so I can bring him to work. It's so early, nobody's going to be in for another hour and half. Plenty of time for me to dress and portion it up into lunch for the birds of prey. A would probably lose her shit if she knew, but fresh game is rare, roadkill is holy, and A can go fuck herself. The rabbit's death will not be in vain, and my birds are gonna have a good meal today.
Opening the rabbit up, I'm even further convinced of the rightness of my decision; the innards are immaculate, not swollen or speckled or otherwise sketchy, doesn't smell bad like a marsh bunny, it smells edible to even my nose. I remember the only cottontail that Muad'dib caught; it didn't smell like game, it smelled like food that was ready to prepare and eat. The one he'd caught was easily twice the size of this guy though. Still big enough to feed half of my birds.
I feel a peaceful kind of cloak fall over me when I am in the situation to clean an animal I have killed or been a proxy to killing. A part of me that usually lies idle shakes awake. It's a feeling I've honestly missed.
Qua has been hanging on longer than I expected, which has been a relief, and given me the chance to make our time count. If he doesn't make it to autumn, I will be getting a redtail. I won't stress Qua out by keeping a hawk with his health in the current condition, but if I'm on my own, there's absolutely going to be an animal-shaped hole in my heart and my time.
I get a solid lunch for Gatsby, Armando, BJ, Ronaldo, and Tallulah from the rabbit, with some set aside for a later date. I also carved off a few tidbits for my homecrows. The crow who shows up on the railing really scored and knows it; they bring maybe two buddies by to grab a piece, but don't alert the whole crew.
Got the kitchen clean and ready to start the normal morning plates, no trace of my guerilla activities by the time people started rolling in. I wasn't going to tell anyone initially, but got excited, relented and told S, who I trust not to narc me out. There's more bad blood between her and A, and there's even more since S put her two weeks in. I'm gonna miss her, but I can't blame her at all. She's been A's favorite target for months now, and the amount of pettiness and disrespect has taken a toll on S's mental health. She doesn't have anything lined up yet, but she's done with this bullshit. It's been a year, and she still hasn't been allowed to train any raptors, lead educational programs, or do any of the things she was hired to do. Absolutely fuck that noise.
I think I'm gonna drop a note in SR's messages and see what she's up to. Maybe she needs someone with a solid education background for summer programs. As much as I would like to escape, S has more experience than me, and would be a better fit for the kind of stuff SR has going on. I really hope there's something good open for S somewhere soon.
The schadenfreude of watching A struggle to keep up with her tasks and grounds duties since she's now chased off half of her staff is going to be delicious. S says she's going to ramp up the competency and knock it out of the park every day to remind them of what they're going to be losing. She's been carrying the team for far too long. I don't relish the thought of the birds having to wait on A and C's slow asses, but they fucked themselves on this one. They can suffer.
After work I went out with C and L to see Sinners, for their first and my second time. I enjoyed it even more, and they really enjoyed it, too. I'm excited to hear what my bro thinks of it. I need to also reach out to V and see what she thinks. One of the main characters is a root worker. That's going to be of particular relevance to her interest.
I pull out one of the plastic bags in the back seat and get the rabbit scooped into it so I can bring him to work. It's so early, nobody's going to be in for another hour and half. Plenty of time for me to dress and portion it up into lunch for the birds of prey. A would probably lose her shit if she knew, but fresh game is rare, roadkill is holy, and A can go fuck herself. The rabbit's death will not be in vain, and my birds are gonna have a good meal today.
Opening the rabbit up, I'm even further convinced of the rightness of my decision; the innards are immaculate, not swollen or speckled or otherwise sketchy, doesn't smell bad like a marsh bunny, it smells edible to even my nose. I remember the only cottontail that Muad'dib caught; it didn't smell like game, it smelled like food that was ready to prepare and eat. The one he'd caught was easily twice the size of this guy though. Still big enough to feed half of my birds.
I feel a peaceful kind of cloak fall over me when I am in the situation to clean an animal I have killed or been a proxy to killing. A part of me that usually lies idle shakes awake. It's a feeling I've honestly missed.
Qua has been hanging on longer than I expected, which has been a relief, and given me the chance to make our time count. If he doesn't make it to autumn, I will be getting a redtail. I won't stress Qua out by keeping a hawk with his health in the current condition, but if I'm on my own, there's absolutely going to be an animal-shaped hole in my heart and my time.
I get a solid lunch for Gatsby, Armando, BJ, Ronaldo, and Tallulah from the rabbit, with some set aside for a later date. I also carved off a few tidbits for my homecrows. The crow who shows up on the railing really scored and knows it; they bring maybe two buddies by to grab a piece, but don't alert the whole crew.
Got the kitchen clean and ready to start the normal morning plates, no trace of my guerilla activities by the time people started rolling in. I wasn't going to tell anyone initially, but got excited, relented and told S, who I trust not to narc me out. There's more bad blood between her and A, and there's even more since S put her two weeks in. I'm gonna miss her, but I can't blame her at all. She's been A's favorite target for months now, and the amount of pettiness and disrespect has taken a toll on S's mental health. She doesn't have anything lined up yet, but she's done with this bullshit. It's been a year, and she still hasn't been allowed to train any raptors, lead educational programs, or do any of the things she was hired to do. Absolutely fuck that noise.
I think I'm gonna drop a note in SR's messages and see what she's up to. Maybe she needs someone with a solid education background for summer programs. As much as I would like to escape, S has more experience than me, and would be a better fit for the kind of stuff SR has going on. I really hope there's something good open for S somewhere soon.
The schadenfreude of watching A struggle to keep up with her tasks and grounds duties since she's now chased off half of her staff is going to be delicious. S says she's going to ramp up the competency and knock it out of the park every day to remind them of what they're going to be losing. She's been carrying the team for far too long. I don't relish the thought of the birds having to wait on A and C's slow asses, but they fucked themselves on this one. They can suffer.
After work I went out with C and L to see Sinners, for their first and my second time. I enjoyed it even more, and they really enjoyed it, too. I'm excited to hear what my bro thinks of it. I need to also reach out to V and see what she thinks. One of the main characters is a root worker. That's going to be of particular relevance to her interest.
