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Little miracles do happen: This morning when I set up my usual pot of coffee, I heard a distinct "plopp" outside on the porch. Opened the door to the terrace and looked around, not seeing anything at first.
When looking closer, I found a little birdie fella crouched down near the window, the little tailpiece in a sharp angle, wings folded up, breathing heavily and the little pump going at quite a pace. "Oh shit!", I thought to myself - he must have fallen against the window. I saw him sit there, probably suffering from quite some pain, a little spot of bloody substance in not too far a distance from him - I felt so fucking helpless! My mind was racing, what I could do in order to make it easier for the little birdie, thinking of reaching for water or holding him or anything. I dismissed that thought then, as I wasn't sure, whether he had broken anything. Same with the water: Maybe he had severely injured his little organs and drinking would have been pain.
So I just stayed around, talking to him, watching out for the neighbour's cat, so it wouldn't eat him alive (which I had to witness once briefly after moving here).
I then proceeded with my morning routine, occasionally checking on the little guy and guarding him from the tomcat. He had moved himself closer to the window to seek some more shelter and I put a cardboard box on the other side, so the cat wouldn't see him. His eyes fell shut and my mind went "That's that", breathing slowed down...
I went inside, because I couldn't stand the thought of watching him die in front of me... I was sad, didn't feel much like having breakfast any more.
About 15 min. later or so, I went outside again to see, whether I would have to remove his little corpse. Guess what - his eyes were wide open now, he moved his little wings, I started talking to him and the next thing you know - it flew away towards his buddy bird sitting on the fence, calling for him!!
I take this as inspiration to get better, even when the situations seems dim or futile. Thanks, little birdie for teaching me!
Keespro says:
During the many weeks that followed, we tried to let the bird fly several times, but to no avail. It developed mites, and lost a large part of its feathers. Pathetic.
Ultimately, we brought it to an animal shelter. It still couldn’t fly, but at least got some company.
What’s the lesson we have learned from this? I couldn’t tell. Or it would be: you and your bird have been lucky! ;-)
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jurmerga says:
and would say a story as well ;-)
Once in the darkest night a sparrow fell into a trouble under the eaves. The sparrow tried to pull away from the closed space, and was dancing with pain and fear, till fell down without any perception... Someone emerged and tried to help to the sparrow to get free. The sparrow let to someone approach quite close, but the bird was unable to understand any senses of someone intentions - neither by the language nor by the motions.. And the sparrow tried to fly farther from him/her, lost an orientation and landed on the floor exhausted..... Someone tried to encourage the sparrow to fly once more, but when he/she came much closer, the sparrow got a scare and stroke against the wall and fell down under the floor breathless - the little feather was lying besides... Only then someone was able to care about the sparrow..... Seems it was possible to help only by giving a fright this time.
Fly, birdie, fly :-)
P.S. Curious, what attracts those birdies to your porch? mmm :-)