What do you even do with that?

There's an, um. Bird in the backyard. Having seizures.


um.





Edit:
The poor thing finally died in the late afternoon. Tomorrow I need to call the Dead Bird Hotline (no, really) and report it. They'll probably come out and pick it up (and possibly test it for West Nile).

...But I think Dad threw the body in the neighbor's dumpster. *guh*