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Bird Rescue

November 17, 2014

This frosty morning as I went out to check up on my favorite cat, I discovered that Riley had a bird pinned down in the clutches of her paws. I immediately went into, “ok”, this is not going to happen mode and told her to drop the bird. Well, not quite in that manner, I may have looked like a wild-eyed woman who was not going to see a bird die. I was able to distract her, probably caused Riley to fear for her life and was more than ready to run inside the house. As the little bird sat on the cement patio, I observed a rapid heart-beat.  I bent down to stroke its little head and it continued to sit there paralyzed by fear. I was not sure what was going on. I decided to move it onto a big flat rock and grabbed one of my husbands worn out cotton gloves for it to sit on. When I picked it up there was a little blood and instead of causing it anymore fear I laid it on top of the glove. I prayed for the bird and spoke words of kindness to it and left it alone in hopes of seeing it fly away. When I went back out to check up on it, it remained on the rock and I told it to go, you are strong and it flew towards our fence.

DSCN0298It sat there for a few minutes and again I coaxed it and said you can fly, you are strong, and at that moment it flew off and away. I don’t know the outcome, but I tried my best to protect and make it feel loved and secure.

DSCN0299Sometimes in life, all we need are words like honey, sweet kind words to remind us that we will get through the muck and the turmoil and that we really can fly..

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  1. November 17, 2014 1:49 PM

    Poor little bird. Hope it recovered from the trauma.

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  2. November 17, 2014 2:55 PM

    Good for you!

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  3. Ellen permalink
    November 17, 2014 5:56 PM

    Sweet story, glad you could save the bird…

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  4. November 17, 2014 10:42 PM

    Yes Roberta … care, kind words, loads of love will do it every time. Great story, thanks so much for sharing.

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  5. November 18, 2014 10:35 AM

    I love your story. I know it’s true, but it feels like something out of children’s literature. And yes, sweet words dripping with yummy honey. We all need them (I know I do!) great post!

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  6. November 18, 2014 5:16 PM

    Sweet and encouraging words heals quicker than a bitter pill. Thanks for sharing your wisdom, Roberta. This story reminds me of the times when my cat, Blanco would bring home live but traumatized birds. Thankfully, I was able to rescue most…

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    • November 18, 2014 7:41 PM

      I have learned a few things and just passing it on to you younger generation….You are very welcome, Emily!

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  7. November 19, 2014 4:36 PM

    This made me smile. Sadly I had no luck in retrieve the bird away from Eric the cat this week. Well I got the little bird away from him and it scrambled into the back of my mom’s roses but then Ghost the other neighborhood cat ran behind and snatched it up and took off running with it. I hate that the cats kill birds but it is part of who they are as outside cats.

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  8. November 19, 2014 5:01 PM

    You tried Ida.. I guess once they get a taste of hunting they really pay attention to the birds. I don’t think Riley had had much experience before this. I think because it was really cold that morning,maybe the bird was slower than usual.

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  9. January 7, 2015 11:01 AM

    You are so kind. 🙂

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