Sadly during a large display at a country fair on the weekend, a loose dog got under the fencing of our display and grabbed our common buzzard by the wing. The damage was done before the dog was prized off, and Vinnie was left with his wing almost completely torn off. Euthanasia was the best thing for him, at least he’s out of pain.
M’su Carencro, the Buzzard, was sitting in a tree waiting for something to drop dead so he could feast. It had been days since he had a decent meal. Then out of nowhere came flying in Mangeur de Poulet, the Chicken Hawk. Mangeur de Poulet notices M’su Carencro in his tree and calls out “ Ca Va, mon padnat?” (How’s it goin’, friend?)
M’su Carencro cawed back “Ca va mal! (Not good at all!) I am starving! I been here waiting for something to drop dead for the pas’ couple of days. I just want my supper.”
“And why is that padnat?” says the confident and full of himself Chicken Hawk.”If you are hungry, you just go get it yourself like I do. Why dont’cha just catch you some fresh meat? You have to look out for yourself if you gonna make it in this world, mon ami.” (My friend.)
“Non!“ (No!) said M’su Carencro. “You don’t understand how this works. I have to for somethin’ to drop dead before I can eat it. This is my purpose given to me by le Bon Dieu.” (The Good God)
“Le Bon Dieu? Non! Don’t bother with the Good God. Even if he does exist, what says you that he cares if you eat? You have to look out fo’ yourself like I do. I’ll show you how to take care of yourself and not depen’ on anyone else!” said Mangeur de Poulet.
And with that the Chicken Hawk soared in to the air, doing fancy flips and maneuvers. The Buzzard followed along at a safe distance behind watching in amazement at how agile Mangeur de Poulet was. They soon came upon a wide empty field and noticed some movement down below.
A fat, juicy rabbit was darting below; quick and agile trying to avoid the Chicken Hawk. The Chicken Hawk grew closer to the rabbit and thought that he had him for sure. At the last moment Mangeur de Poulet talons graced the rabbits fur as he dropped in to a den hole near a fence post. Before Mangeur de Poulet could realize what had happened, he hit that pole at full speed.
The Chicken Hawk fell straight dead to the ground. M’su Carencro landed next to him and looked up to the sky. “Merci beaucoup, mon Grand Bon Dieu!” (Good God almighty, thank you!) He then grins and says “Suppertime!”
This month I wanted to do something REALLY really fun so!-
!!CALLING ALL TF ARTISTS!!
Reblog this post with an add on of your own tfsona (OR TFOC IT DOES NOT MATTER!) with yours (or ur oc’s) pride flag!! Let’s see how big this image gets by the end of the month!
There is a transparent image you can use under the cut!
If you don’t wanna join that is TOTALLY ok!! This is supposed to be fun! If you yourself don’t wanna add ur own art, then reblogs will help plenty! Boost it! Let’s celebrate what makes us all AMAZING people!! SUPER excited to see what you talented bitches bring to the table!
It’s been a while now since this buzzard arrived with us, but we’re pleased to announce it has made great progress!
Originally transferred from the RSPCA after being hit by a car on the M40, it was left with a fractured clavicle and needed a period of supported cage rest in order to recover. We’re delighted to say that it is now looking much better and has just been moved into one of our aviaries to stretch its wings at last!
We’re hoping it can head back to the wild very soon!
