When my housemate was growing up his family had pet budgies. One day he and his mother discovered one bird had died. She was worried about how my friend’s younger brother would deal with the news- not being quite old enough to grasp the concept of death yet. They decided to bury it in the backyard followed by a small service to say goodbye. It went well and his younger brother seemed to deal with the death well enough and say his farewell. It was my housemate’s job to feed the birds each morning and the next day when he began his chores he discovered the exhumed corpse of the bird they’d honoured in yesterday’s ceremony, taped fast to the perch. The birds who shared its cage were pressed up against the bars in horror. He's still not sure if his brother misunderstood the funeral, or was just a premature prankster.
Kate Moskwa
No comments:
Post a Comment