Fowl Play...

I wasn't planning on blogging about this, but the name was just too...well...double entendre.

My mother traveled north to attend her father's funeral. Upon a solemn return she found a gruesome sight. My bird, named Einstein, was brutally slain. The culprit and method remains a secret that only a dead bird could tell.

Einstein was held in our enclosed porch patio. Our cats were prime suspects, but unless they can fit through a window screen or open doors, they are clear.

My brother-in-law was in charge of the bird during my parents absence. We don’t think he is a sadistic psycho animal torturer, but that hasn’t been ruled out yet, either. Pets and small children do cower in his presence...

According to our crack CSI crew (mom) the blood came out of Einstein from both ends. The blood was all over the room. Also, the blood was of a rich dark color, indicating a wound from a major artery. No saliva and semen were found on the scene.

Aside from creating some cool graphics, not much progress has been made. But this we do know, the causes of death were anything but natural. It’s almost as if someone used him as a baseball. That would truly make it fowl play.

If you or anyone you know has any information that may lead up to an arrest in the case, please, contact the correct authorities.