I was driving home from a class this evening and as I came around the bend in the road near my home I slowed when I saw this bird off to the side and all the thoughts starting coming into my head; is it injured, can I get it to my favorite local emergency wildlife rehab center without furthering injuring it, is it even alive?
I decide to head home for a box, gloves and whatever else I could think of and was already reorganizing how to manage what time would be left if I ended up driving across town to deposit this beautiful creature to be cared for in the very capable hands of some pretty awesome folk when I hear another thought remind me that this is what I do, not all the time, but when I can.
I love the Earth and all the creatures in it and do whatever I can if I find injured animals (or call my more experienced animal rescue friends to determine the best course of action – oh am I thankful for these friends!) to help because I’ve been helped so much…yes, by animals.
I could go on for a minute about the crow in more esoteric ways but I’ll just leave that for another post.
What I will say is that once I got back to the spot, where the bird in question still lay, I thought for a few more minutes about what exactly would be the best way to try and get it into the box I brought (I’ve only handled small songbirds previously) as I got out of the car and felt the steadily falling rain that had kept me company throughout most of today wetting my hair and clothes.
As I approached the bird I saw that it was plastic. I sighed. And then smiled. And then thought of the trickster ways that crow can present. I debated whether to take it with me but thought it best to let it lay where it lie…so that others could perhaps love on it too. Get rained on a bit if they got out of their cars to help it.
Are you a bird helper?
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