That's it. I'm done. Gedaan. Fait. Getan. γίνοντας. Fatto. Feito. сделано. One-Day.
(For those of you who don't speak languages, that's "done" in Dutch, French, German, Greek, Italian, Portuguese, Russian and Pig Latin.)
Today, there was a massacre. All of the baby birds have been murdered. Tossed from their nests. Starved. Left in the cold. I can't take it. No more. I have imposed a celibacy rule. Well, maybe not, but I've removed all nests, nesting materials and anything that could make finches horny. All eggs that are laid will be properly disposed of. I cannot allow this to continue.
Last night I had two babies left. Louise, Brad and John Paul kept throwing one out of the nest. Yet he continued to live. I couldn't let him be tossed a 4th time, so I placed him in the empty nest of Mac and Louise. Bless their tiny finch hearts, they just didn't know what to do. First they stared at the baby for a few hours. Then, sometime today they pulled all of the cotton out of the nest. They left the baby. I guess they just couldn't handle the pressures of surrogate parenthood.
I mean it. I'm done. No more babies.
Maybe my fish will have some more...
P.S. There is a new poll about this topic. Please note that I will not flush, release or freeze my animals.
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