Can We Stop Decorating Pain? (Looking at You, Spikey Fences)

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So, I recently stumbled upon a video on YouTube. Cute owl? Not really. Traumatized, bleeding, stuck owl. Caught in one of those “fancy” fences with the sharp metallic swirls people love to show off like it’s Versailles or something.


One of its wings was all messed up—bloody, limp—and it was literally crying. Yes, crying. If that doesn’t make your chest tighten a bit, maybe you need to sit with that.


And thank God—it got saved. But here’s the point:

What the hell is that fence even doing there? What’s the purpose of that spiked decoration from hell? Is it a security measure or just an aesthetic choice from someone with a Pinterest board titled “How to Pretend You Have a Castle”?


Let’s be real. If someone wants to jump that fence, they will. Humans are weirdly committed to breaking rules. But animals? They don't know. They just fly. They just climb. They just live—until they’re impaled on your ego project.


If you want security, get a higher normal wall. Motion sensors. Cameras. Dogs even. Literally anything that doesn’t involve turning your boundary into a medieval weapon.


I’m not saying rip out every sharp edge in the city overnight, but maybe ask yourself this:

“Does my house really need to look like a Game of Thrones set if it means killing owls, cats, or squirrels?”


Like, you really thought the fence was cute until it got blood on it, huh?


To whoever designed and installed that spiked horror:

Maybe next time, consider style and soul. Because bleeding birds aren’t a vibe.


Use your brains. Please.

Save the drama for your doorbell camera—not the wildlife.

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