First, let's get one thing straight...I hate animals. If it has a mouth or a bum, I don't like it and I am probably at least a little bit afraid of it. I try to put on a brave tolerant face for my children, and for those who love pets. I honestly don't mind the well-behaved dog, as long as I just have to pet it on the head, but don't ask me to get near either of the previously mentioned body parts, or to clean up anything that comes out of these same parts. So, don't ask me what has possessed me for the last 12 hours, but I have honestly and truly spent HOURS taking care of our new friend...
Please say hello to Cinderella, our little western kingbird who decided to drop in during lunch on the back patio. The kids were telling our friend about the baby bird they saw on the sidewalk the day before (it was dead), just as this one tumbled out of the tree and started squawking at us! I was worried that a cat might eat it for lunch, which seemed so cruel, so we put it in a box, and went to work trying to find food.
Maybe I feel insanely attached to Cinderella since I braved hundreds of fire ants while digging in our irrigation ditch trying to find worms. Miraculously we dug up a bunch before I had to hop out due to dozens of bites on my toes and feet! Yeeouch! The kids had a great time trying to feed her (I tried to capture it in a picture--but they didn't turn out). The poor thing played the part of starving. We fed her 4 or 5 large worms and then, fearing that we would kill her with overfeeding, I put an end to the feeding session.
Cinderella is now safe in an old aquarium meant for turtles, and some soft fleece fabric is her nest. When I checked on her this evening she was snuggled up in it all cozy and sound asleep.
The adventure is about to end. Tomorrow, as soon as I am able, I will take our fury friend to a new home--and these people actually know how to care for her; they are the same people who told me what species she is. Pray that she will make it through the night...I am seriously concerned for her. Why the attachment? I can't figure this out!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Our New Little Adventure!
Posted by Lena at 9:18 PM
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The attachment is because loving living creatures is NORMAL! :) Ha! Having grown up on a farm I can't even comprehend not liking animals. And yet, oddly enough my own sister was like that for years. Until they moved to a farm of their own. Maybe this is the beginning of a love affair with animals, Lena - watch out! :)
haha That IS quite the adventure!! I can only imagine how cute Rem & Indi were with little Cinderella! I'm looking forward to an update =)
And I can hear your voice when i read your writing Lena...love it :)
Is it a Walker thing? But our parents grew up on farms, so why? I am exactly the same way. We finally stopped trying to own a pet, however, when I discovered that, not only do they all die, but I cry when they do! I hate every second of taking care of them and wish they'd die, but when they actually do, it's kinda rough. We DID break down and buy Samera a roll-over pet for Christmas. That's as close as we get around here.
Also, Lena, there's something different between an animal and a BABY animal. You just have to love them. If only they didn't have to grow up...
Hi Lena!
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I hear you on the animal thing. Well, I like animals from a distance, behind glass or wire. I hate the noise and shedding and mess. Today though we saw this mother bird bringing birds to her chirping babies. We couldn't see them bcse they were in an eave of a building but we could hear them madly chirping when the mom came in. It was sweet.
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I meant worms to her babies not "birds" lol.
I agree with Andrea, I have a soft spot for baby animals bcse they are soft and fuzzy and small :)
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