Yesterday, I look pretty sluggish on the field. Ms Owner claimed that she feels like 'vomiting blood' and 'strangle my neck' when she look at me. That must be the 'sign'. A sign that Ferrari had a disasterous weekend. Kimi's performance yesterday make us feeling heart attack. From 15, move up to 3 and then dropped to 11, increase to 7 and finally 'DNF'. The race ended with only 7 cars, the direct outcome of retracting the traction control. Or maybe the driver simply forgotten the skills of racing after hibernating for months. Ms Owner sms-ed, Ms Sister saying 'I'm fainted'. While Ms Sister replied 'I'm dead'. So with one fainted and another dead, a sluggish Pacco will be insignificant.
Later the evening, I came across a grounded pigeon. As usual, with my great preying instinct I will zoom at full speed and catch it. Wow! I'm feeling great! Finally, after years of preying, I manage to catch a pigeon. I'm so proud of my achievement.
Ms Owner yelled like a frantic woman. She went to pick up the poor pigeon and bring her home. Huh?! I think she's going to cook it for my dinner. Finally, I'm Pacco de Hunter, hunting for my own meal. Yummy.
Then we found out that the pigeon had suffered a broken wing. Obviously she had injured her wing that the reason she can't fly. Yeap, this all make sense. Only a handicapped animal will let Pacco de Lousy Hunter catch.
We call up the local vet, and so dissapointing to hear that they are not Avian Vet, they simply don't treat birds, especially wild birds. I wonder what can we do. Will she heal on her own? Heaven knows.