This webpage said you could do it humanely by sticking the bird in the freezer.
But its body was warm and soft, and its heart thumped hard against my closed palm. I wished I'd held it when it wasn't sick.
Afterwards, I sat in the dark garage with the Ziplock bag in my lap.
Like the contents could thaw and come back to life, healed.
Like God could forgive our poverty.
Like I could forgive myself.