#one of the weirder interactions ive had in my life

So it’s every American vulture’s worst nightmare to find one of your favorite native birds as roadkill

I collected it anyways and (after a day or two of extended googling and awkward hemming and hawing) I emailed a guy at the science museum about accepting it as a donation.

So this morning I waited around in the science museum lobby holding a dead bird in a plastic bag while children and parents were milling around, trying to spot this guy who I only knew by name…

And then this older guy approaches and mutters under his breath ‘wonder if there’s a bird in there…’ and then wanders off again, so I had to say ‘I do, um, have a bird in here.’ And our conversation continued in this supremely awkward fashion for a couple minutes, in which I attempted to be friendly and ask questions like what other sorts of donations he gets, and he tried the entire time to just grab it and walk away.

GOOD TIMES

in all seriousness though, RIP gorgeous egret friend. I’m glad you found your way to someone who is legally allowed to appreciate your remains, and possibly use them for science.