Sunday, June 1, 2014

Teaching compassion.........................

The other day I was watering plants in the front garden. I noticed something on the grass on Buds front lawn, could not make out what it was. It was moving. Forgot about it for a few moments and saw it again and got curious. It could have been a baby squirrel or just about anything. As I got closer I saw it was a Starling. He didn't try to fly. Starlings have wicked beaks so I asked Dan to come with gloves and a box.
We went around accompanied by Tristen. The bird was not doing much but panting. So we got him into the box with no problem.
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It was a hot day, so I wanted to get the bird out of the sun. I put a dish of water (sugar water) and some food in the box.
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He opened his beak and I tried to give him water (he may have been a she) and got a couple of drops in his beak. I kept him in the shade and kept checking him. Tristen felt bad for him. He went off to play. The next time I looked the bird was dead. I felt so sorry. Now what to do. I could not throw him in the trash. He was not trash. He was a person. He was to get a buriel. So Tristen by then was getting ready for bed. I called my husband and said we have a job to do.
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Tristen kept saying "poor guy" ..........he was sad. Please don't take notice of his PJs, no idea what he was thinking there.
He wanted to help bury him.
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I want Tristen to know that every life is worth something, that every life is deserving of respect (maybe not mosquito's). We do not kill things around here if it leaves us alone. Not spiders not wasps and not bees. We do not kill things because they are ugly or frighten us. We try to do what is right first..............
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Granddad finished up.
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Then a little prayer was said to send him on his way. They asked the Lord to take care of him and we left him in what has become our pet graveyard. I have no idea what was wrong with him but there was no helping him.
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7 comments:

Merlesworld said...

That's sad I love my birds in the back yard and have taken some home but lose a few as it is very hard to tell whats wrong, but our one success was Pidge who still lives with us he had a broken leg and wing he completely recovered and now flies free every morning he is out till lunch time but does not go out if crows are around, because he has no cage his food is in a bowl in the open so often he get visits from his friends, and a lot of our neighbours know him so he has no fear of humans now but still keeps his distance if he doesn't know you.
Merle.........

Magic Love Crow said...

I am so sorry for the bird! I'm happy he, or she passed with your family. At least it new it was loved, till it died ;o) Every life is special! Big Hugs ;o)

Magic Love Crow said...

I love the p.j's ;o)

Donna Wilkes said...

What a wonderful lesson in compassion. Every living thing needs to feel love and you were able to help the bird in its final moments.

Kim said...

I agree with Donna...so sad, but what a wonderful lesson in compassion.

Anonymous said...

aww, thats so sad, birds are so fragile and sometimes even die of shock, maybe he hit a window, or maybe something had attacked him, you gave him a proper farewell,

Create With Joy said...

What a beautiful story and lesson in compassion.

Thank you for sharing it with us at Inspire Me Monday at Create With Joy!