“Raffy’s Got Something in His Mouth!”
“Raffy’s Got Something in His Mouth!”

The first thing I noticed was my adolescent Golden Retriever, Raffy, proudly parading around our backyard with some unrecognizable object in his mouth.

The next thing I noticed were all the shrieking, squawking birds in the nearby trees.

(Actually, the very first thing I noticed was my two kids urgently summoning me, “Come quick! Come quick!”).

In a few more seconds, I put two and two together: a baby robin had fallen out of its nest, and our boisterous, ever-curious pooch had scored his first, real kill.

Only not quite.

Once I got Raffy to release the unfortunate thing, it was quickly apparent that — my kids’ protestations aside — there was very little to be done.

Breathing quickly and shallowly, it was a mess of feathers and mangled wings.

Nevertheless, both my kids implored me to call the Animal Humane Society, or the Avian Rescue group, or, or . . . . something!

What a nice sense of compassion, I thought to myself.

In another few seconds, the truly compassionate thing to do occurred to me.

I got a bucket from the garage, filled it up with water, and submerged the small, still suffering bird in it.
About the author

Ross Kaplan has 19+ years experience selling real estate all over the Twin Cities. He is also a 12-time consecutive "Super Real Estate Agent," as determined by Mpls. - St. Paul Magazine and Twin Cities Business Magazine. Prior to becoming a Realtor, Ross was an attorney (corporate law), CPA, and entrepreneur. He holds an economics degree from Stanford.

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