Bad Day, Bad Medicine

today i hunted ground hogs again...it was a good day, i had a couple fun stalks. I saw a young baby at 10 feet and i got to within 5 yards of some older smart ground hogs... but then on my last journey into the small woods i did something i dont like i do...i had to kill a suffering animal. I was walking in the grass when i heard something take off down by the creek, i look and there runs a small rabbit across the water up the other side. Then behind me i hear wings rustle and on the ground is a young baby bird. i sneak over and grab it and it cant fly. So i put it down to see if it can...nope. still cant, i pick it up and it starts curling its neck by its chest and it kinda starts convulsing...and its kicking a leg and twitching, so i put it down again and know what i have to do... now killing isnt fun to me, as i know some people think that it is to hunters, but i quickly put it out of its misery, thanked the great spirit for the death that shouldnt have been taken but i found the bird for a reason and that was to put it out of its misery... i laid it on the rocks in the creek for the 'coons or opposums to find and consume...it wasnt a great day, no big medicine having to kill a young suffering bird...a/ho