Life and death on a sunny afternoon
Deborah Lewis
A bird flew into our widow and broke her neck.
Dylan ran to her, picked her up carefully, held her in his little hands
until she died.
He knew her. She was a House Sparrow hatched and fledged in June and a
regular at our feeder. She used to try to sip from the humming bird
feeder and we delighted in her. Her parents live in the far end of our
clothesline pole and are raising a new brood of nestlings.
Dylan's friends played in the sprinkler and bounced on the trampoline in
the sunshine while he held this little bird and stroked her soft wings.
Last Tuesday his friend found an injured Kildeer. The bird had become
entangled in a roll of forgotten barbed wire and in her struggles to get
free the skin was torn from her left leg. Dylan's friend didn't know
where to take her so she brought her to us. It was late, we couldn't
find a vet, we couldn't get the biologist, we couldn't get the woman at
Wildlife rehab. We did the best we could, without suture needles, using
dental floss and antibiotic powder we carefully sewed her leg back
together. Later the biologist told us not to do anything because we'd
send her into shock and kill her. She said Killdeer never survive in
captivity and she would either die from her wounds or shock or
starvation/dehydration.
We let her go Sunday where she was found. She seemed happy to have her
stitches out and to be a free bird again. She didn't know she was
supposed to die, I guess.
Dylan's painting a rock to mark the spot where we buried the little House
Sparrow.
Deb L
Dylan ran to her, picked her up carefully, held her in his little hands
until she died.
He knew her. She was a House Sparrow hatched and fledged in June and a
regular at our feeder. She used to try to sip from the humming bird
feeder and we delighted in her. Her parents live in the far end of our
clothesline pole and are raising a new brood of nestlings.
Dylan's friends played in the sprinkler and bounced on the trampoline in
the sunshine while he held this little bird and stroked her soft wings.
Last Tuesday his friend found an injured Kildeer. The bird had become
entangled in a roll of forgotten barbed wire and in her struggles to get
free the skin was torn from her left leg. Dylan's friend didn't know
where to take her so she brought her to us. It was late, we couldn't
find a vet, we couldn't get the biologist, we couldn't get the woman at
Wildlife rehab. We did the best we could, without suture needles, using
dental floss and antibiotic powder we carefully sewed her leg back
together. Later the biologist told us not to do anything because we'd
send her into shock and kill her. She said Killdeer never survive in
captivity and she would either die from her wounds or shock or
starvation/dehydration.
We let her go Sunday where she was found. She seemed happy to have her
stitches out and to be a free bird again. She didn't know she was
supposed to die, I guess.
Dylan's painting a rock to mark the spot where we buried the little House
Sparrow.
Deb L
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Deb,
That was a wonderful post. I enjoyed reading it, thank you for sharing.
Laura D
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That was a wonderful post. I enjoyed reading it, thank you for sharing.
Laura D
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coyote's corner
What an incredible post. Thanks so very much.
aho,
Janis
aho,
Janis
----- Original Message -----
From: Deborah Lewis
To: [email protected]
Sent: Tuesday, July 22, 2003 6:33 PM
Subject: [Unschooling-Discussion] Life and death on a sunny afternoon
A bird flew into our widow and broke her neck.
Dylan ran to her, picked her up carefully, held her in his little hands
until she died.
He knew her. She was a House Sparrow hatched and fledged in June and a
regular at our feeder. She used to try to sip from the humming bird
feeder and we delighted in her. Her parents live in the far end of our
clothesline pole and are raising a new brood of nestlings.
Dylan's friends played in the sprinkler and bounced on the trampoline in
the sunshine while he held this little bird and stroked her soft wings.
Last Tuesday his friend found an injured Kildeer. The bird had become
entangled in a roll of forgotten barbed wire and in her struggles to get
free the skin was torn from her left leg. Dylan's friend didn't know
where to take her so she brought her to us. It was late, we couldn't
find a vet, we couldn't get the biologist, we couldn't get the woman at
Wildlife rehab. We did the best we could, without suture needles, using
dental floss and antibiotic powder we carefully sewed her leg back
together. Later the biologist told us not to do anything because we'd
send her into shock and kill her. She said Killdeer never survive in
captivity and she would either die from her wounds or shock or
starvation/dehydration.
We let her go Sunday where she was found. She seemed happy to have her
stitches out and to be a free bird again. She didn't know she was
supposed to die, I guess.
Dylan's painting a rock to mark the spot where we buried the little House
Sparrow.
Deb L
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