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Comments on: The Little Bird http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/07/the-little-bird/ Tue, 10 Apr 2012 03:24:20 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Sophie in the Moonlight http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/07/the-little-bird/comment-page-1/#comment-6180 Sophie in the Moonlight Sun, 05 Jul 2009 08:10:00 +0000 http://aroomofmamasown.com/?p=1719#comment-6180 Me, too. A few years ago one of the many wee creatures I've found in dire need of care died in my hands as I was on the phone with the local wild animal hotline. It was a little sparrow who'd flown into my window and then been pounced upon by my cat. I buried it in a little box lined with flowers and straw and a copy of Emily Dickinson's "hope is the thing with feathers" poem & cried during the whole 5 minute ceremony. I've sprained my ankle on the side of the freeway shooing fauns back into the woods before they tried to cross the highway death trap and I've been able to find homes for lost kittens and a sweet beagle. More times than not, the stories have a happy ending. Yes, oftentimes my love of animals and desire to protect them seems silly & eccentric to others, and, like you, I've had to ask myself if the codependent thing makes me feel responsible for the lives of too many sentient beings, but in the end I don't care. I would not like the person dwelling in my skin if she was able to walk past a sentient creature in need of care and not flinch at the thought of the creature dying alone and neglected. I have no problem with dying spiders and struggling cockroaches, but little birds, kittens, piglets, yearlings, and puppies deserve some warm-blooded attention. I'm pleased as punch to know that somewhere else in this country, little things in need have you to watch out for them. Muah! Me, too. A few years ago one of the many wee creatures I've found in dire need of care died in my hands as I was on the phone with the local wild animal hotline. It was a little sparrow who'd flown into my window and then been pounced upon by my cat. I buried it in a little box lined with flowers and straw and a copy of Emily Dickinson's "hope is the thing with feathers" poem & cried during the whole 5 minute ceremony.

I've sprained my ankle on the side of the freeway shooing fauns back into the woods before they tried to cross the highway death trap and I've been able to find homes for lost kittens and a sweet beagle. More times than not, the stories have a happy ending.

Yes, oftentimes my love of animals and desire to protect them seems silly & eccentric to others, and, like you, I've had to ask myself if the codependent thing makes me feel responsible for the lives of too many sentient beings, but in the end I don't care. I would not like the person dwelling in my skin if she was able to walk past a sentient creature in need of care and not flinch at the thought of the creature dying alone and neglected. I have no problem with dying spiders and struggling cockroaches, but little birds, kittens, piglets, yearlings, and puppies deserve some warm-blooded attention. I'm pleased as punch to know that somewhere else in this country, little things in need have you to watch out for them. Muah!

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