Nothing to crow about

With the dull drone of drilling and construction work in the background, five fellow commuters and I waited patiently at the bus stop for our buses to arrive...

BANG!!!

A loud and sharp shot echoed through the air. All six of our heads snapped around, with startled looks on our faces. 5 metres behind us, a crow crashed onto the ground, flapping weakly. Its feeble struggles were abruptly ended by the swift and calculated crunch of a heavy boot, crushing its back. Casually tossing its lifeless black body into a shapeless black bag, the owner of the boot dusted both hands against his pants, and stepped into a grey-coloured pick-up truck. Turning an expressionless face toward the driver, he uttered a few words, and they drove off to another location, probably to repeat the scene elsewhere.

So that's how they cull crows in Singapore... had never expected to witness it so close. Although I still dislike crows, the scene was a little too cold-blooded for comfort. Can't forget the glazed look in its eyes, and that sickening crunch... Yes, I think I'm still rather traumatised...

On top of that, the day has been such a roller-coaster, I can't help but feel somewhat emotionally exhausted too.

Shall try to harness the power of sleep therapy... goodnight...
- Tomorrow will be a new day.