Bird Funeral

So, I was walking with a friend of mine after class, and while talking, we look up and see two birds. I thought nesting, she thought fucking, either way, initially, neither of us had any reaction. Then, she realizes that one of the birds is a hawk, killing a smaller bird wo is flapping and fighting for its life. So, I throw a rock at the dicksack of a bird, and the victim falls into a long, thick bush. My friend digs the bird out from the bush and we check its body for breath or pulse, and no such luck. The motherfucking hawk crushed the birds torso and wing, and the bird lost a lot of feathers fighting the hawk. My friend being an animal loving future veternarian, and me being an admirer of survivalism, we decided to take the bird corpse and bury it down the road, taking a moment of silence for it. For both of us it was the first time we had literally watched a life end, and I figured had that bird been a person, he'd have gotten the purple heart for the fight he put up against that violent abortion of a predator. She was traumatized, I was depressed, so we went and had a drink to dull our pain.

So don't tell me an animal's life isn't worth anything, because (not to get conservationist. but) that bird was more badass than most humans, considering the fight it put up against a much bigger bird after having its spine and torso crushed, then falling from 15 feet into a thick bush.