I saw this injured seagull right when I was about to get onto my bicycle after school. People saw it, stared at it even and then walked past it. Its wing dragged behind it, covered in blood. It tried to fly but obviously couldn’t. It even walked onto the road and failed to fly off when a car approached, and the car, assuming it would fly off, drove over it. Luckily the seagull wasn’t hurt because it wasn’t hit by the wheels. I started following it while telephoning a multitude of people about what I should do about the seagull. I ended up calling the vet who told me to bring it to them. I’m TERRIFIED of birds but proceeded to go against all my instincts and captured it in my hand, but it tried to bite me and I shrieked and let go of it, shaking from fear (it fell like twenty centimetres onto the grass so nothing happened to it). Then it ran off to someone’s garden and so I followed it (so I’m glad I don’t live in Texas or something where I can be legally shot for that lol). Grandma pulled up and she knew the person owning the house so we got a cardboard box from her. The seagull then escaped and ran through several people’s gardens. Finally, I managed to drop the box on top of it. Then my stepfather came with gloves and stuff so that he could put it into the box better so that we could carry it to the vet. When I came to the vet I was told he would be euthanised. The vet said it was good I brought it and stuff, but I always feel so bad when animals die and stuff so I can’t help but feel a bit guilty for its death(even though it probably would have died by being hit by a car or eaten by some carnivore at some point, which would, of course, be much worse). I just think about how beautiful and terrified it looked when I looked at it through the cardboard box and how it’s dead now…