So.. I’m sitting in Economics and then suddenly a bird flies into the room

“Turn off the fans-“

Bird flies into the fan..

So no one touches the poor bird that’s plummeted to the ground from the impact so I picked it up and took it to the Ag staffroom. The poor thing was still alive but having a really hard time.. It was heartbreaking.

Poor birdie, I’m sure, is in a better place now.. he’re something I prepared earlier today:

We do not know this birds name and we never will.

We do not know his rank or his battalion. We do not know where he was born, nor precisely how and when he died. We do not know where in Australia he had made his home or when he left it for the battlefields of Europe. We do not know his age or his circumstances — whether he was from the city or the bush; what occupation he left to become a bird; what religion, if he had a religion; if he was married or single. We do not know who loved him or whom he loved. If he had childred we do not know who they are. His family is llost to us as he was lost to them. We will never know who this bird was.