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onceuponadreamI found a bird. Like, literally I was walking around my neighborhood with Tom when I suddenly stopped because there was an adorable bird sitting on the pavement right in front of me, where I would have put my next step. Wild!! I bent down to coo at it and realized it couldn't move, that's why it didn't fly away from us. I picked up on my finger, where it held on with its little legs, and carried it back home. Naturally it was the highlight of my week, holding a bird. It was a total thrill. I think I am lacking in some animal interactions. Not just missing my dog, but I am craving the kind of animal care you see in We Bought a Zoo, or other movies where your interactions with animals count more than your interactions with people.
We tried feeding her sesame seeds, bread crumbs, pieces of fruit, and even a few worms.. she didn't eat any of it (at least not while we were looking). She did have a bit of sugar water, which is supposed to give her energy. After the first night, she was already hopping around. After the second she was hopping up quite high, from various plants on our balcony to our compost pile, where it seemed like she was nesting among the leaves. Tom left the door open one time when we went out to check on her and water the garden and she hopped in, did a quick circuit around the living room and kitchen, hopped on Tom's computer chair and pooped, and then let him catch her and take her outside. I was laughing so hard at that bird's cheekiness.
When we were walking and came across the bird, it was out 1 year and 8 month anniversary. Yes, I celebrate every month. I think good things should be celebrated plenty and often. Anyway, we're nicknaming this one the "birdavirsary".
The bird flew away last night, which is good because it means whatever had been the matter with her wing is righted, but I'm sorry I didn't get to see it or get to say goodbye. It just made me smile to remember her here. Also, it makes me remember that I am a very anxious caregiver!
I thought a lot after posting the last entry, that its very, very personal things I am writing. Not the kind of thing I would usually just put out in the world, without really knowing who will read it, without having that conversation be intimate. If I had a therapist right now, I'm guessing some of that crazy stress and anger and hurt would be going to a more private and analyzed place, but right now I only have me, and my attempts to make something out of my strange empty days, and my need to see myself out on paper (or at least written out on a screen).
We tried feeding her sesame seeds, bread crumbs, pieces of fruit, and even a few worms.. she didn't eat any of it (at least not while we were looking). She did have a bit of sugar water, which is supposed to give her energy. After the first night, she was already hopping around. After the second she was hopping up quite high, from various plants on our balcony to our compost pile, where it seemed like she was nesting among the leaves. Tom left the door open one time when we went out to check on her and water the garden and she hopped in, did a quick circuit around the living room and kitchen, hopped on Tom's computer chair and pooped, and then let him catch her and take her outside. I was laughing so hard at that bird's cheekiness.
When we were walking and came across the bird, it was out 1 year and 8 month anniversary. Yes, I celebrate every month. I think good things should be celebrated plenty and often. Anyway, we're nicknaming this one the "birdavirsary".
The bird flew away last night, which is good because it means whatever had been the matter with her wing is righted, but I'm sorry I didn't get to see it or get to say goodbye. It just made me smile to remember her here. Also, it makes me remember that I am a very anxious caregiver!
I thought a lot after posting the last entry, that its very, very personal things I am writing. Not the kind of thing I would usually just put out in the world, without really knowing who will read it, without having that conversation be intimate. If I had a therapist right now, I'm guessing some of that crazy stress and anger and hurt would be going to a more private and analyzed place, but right now I only have me, and my attempts to make something out of my strange empty days, and my need to see myself out on paper (or at least written out on a screen).
