I haven't been busy. I just didn't feel like blogging.

What happened yesterday that was interesting? Let's see, as a true blue environmentalist, I phooked three hours of sweet sleep to ingeniously save a Yellow Bittern You are related to things in ways you cannot imagine. After saving the bird, I realised that Seamus Heaney had written a poem about the creature. Now, Heaney happens to be one of my favourite poets. I did not know about the poem until after I surfed around to find out more about he bird I had saved.

How the Bittern was saved

0130 Sundi and I return from 7 11 [with fags]
0200 I loaf around in Sundi's room
0205 I go out and see a hen-sized bird being stalked by a cat.
0210 Sundi comes out to watch the show.
0215 Cat attacks Bird
0220 Bird takes flight, can't see because it's night, crashes into wall.
I think its neck is broken.
0230 The bird stops moving. I shrug my shoulders and look at the cat.
Then the bird stood up and shook its head. Miracle. It couldn't walk yet. I chased the cat away.
0240 I called the SPCA. The said, catch the bird and bring it here. I muttered something and hung up. The bird had claws the size of my fingers, I wasn't getting my hands near the thing.
The cat is still hovering around.

Over the next three hours, till daybreak. I guided the bird to a dark musty place where the cat wouldn't see it. Though the cat might smell the bird out. So I light small fires 100 feet away from the bird to mask its smell.

At day break, I called Jurong Bird Park, thinking they might be able to send a guy over, considering that it is only 15 minutes away. But their apathy amazed me. And they call themselves bird-lovers.

The conversation
"Does the bird have a tag around its leg?"
"No"
"Then sorry lah, it's not our bird. Must be a wild one."
"But the bird is hurt and cannot fly."
"Sorry lah, your bird is not on the endangered species list."
"My bird? Hello, I am not even Singaporean."
"Sorry lah, we know you want to help, but cannot lah"

I hung up the phone. For the whole day, the bird rested there, in that dark musty gutter, without food. I could see it, but I couldn't reach it. The next day, I checked on it again. No Bird. Trepidated, I scanned the are for feathers, found none. I hope the Bittern is now happy in its swampy habitat, catching frogs and the like.

Mental note: Iff you see a bird with a Jurong Bird Park sticker on it, fire up the grill. I am going non-vegetarian. No lah, just kidding kidding one.