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Strange sort of day
May. 20th, 2007 08:26 pmIt started rather the other day when we changed the time of today's walk. This was done because Grant had some contractors coming by his new place to install the blinds and they were arriving at 10am. Of course that would make it difficult for him to be walking with us at 10am, so we switched the time to 1pm, figuring that would give him more than enough time to deal with the contractors and make it out to our walking site. Course, they didn't get there until almost 1, so Grant had to bow out of walking.
Go figure.
Mine was late, by about 20 minutes. She got held up at home. But she arrived and we stretched and then started walking. While we were walking we talked about why she was late. That's her story to tell not mine, so it doesn't go here. Ask her, if you want to know. Anyway, we got about a quarter mile into our walk (0.4 km) enjoying the blossoms on the trees, the flowers surrounded by petals, the aroma of the fruit trees and the lilacs. It was a really lovely day except the wind was downright frigid. Anyway, there we were, walking along, heading for the first loop of our routine 4km walk (2.5miles) and I cought sight of something on the grass out of the corner of my eye. Just under a coniferous tree - a pine, in fact, a great big one, there was a little brown half naked birdling. I say that entirely truthfully, since the darn thing was fuzzy, and did not have all its feathers yet. In fact, it was lucky to have half of its feathers. Ugly thing, and in an E.T. sort of way, cute. Well, Mine and I looked at each other and we just couldn't leave this half naked little chick to die. Neither one of us thought it would survive on its own. It was just too little. So, Mine picked it up and we returned to our starting point where we begged a box and some papertowel so we could put the little thing somewhere quiet, contained and warm. Then we left it in Mine's car while we went and actually completed our walk.
Once back, the next trial started. Figuring out what to do with the darn little bird. Heck, we didn't even know what it was, though as Mine said, it looked like it probably belonged to the big black birds, the ones with the shiny blue heads. Not that we knew what they were or even if our guess was right. We found 2 numbers, and called them both, leaving messages. But they didn't call us back, not even after we had lunch while waiting. So I took Doofus with me (what else would we call the stupid thing?) and Mine headed home. So did I, though I was sure I couldn't bring Doofus inside. Can you imagine the Great Grey Death with a helpless baby chick in her house? Oy. Not good at all.
I was on my way home when the phone rang the first time. It was a lovely lady from the Wildlife Center, and she asked all kinds of questions trying to figure out if we'd just nabbed a fledgling from its parents. Could we see a nest? No. How big was the bird? Tiny. What colour was it? Brown. Was it hurt? No. Anything twisted? No. Did it have all its feathers? No, it was half naked. Did it have sort of thick lips around its mouth? Say what? It's a bird! And so on. So, then she said she'd call me back. Of course, it didnt' help that I had no clue what sort of bird it was. I don't think she could tell either from my poor description.
Anyway, here I am, this poor baby birdling in my car, and I have to go grocery shopping. Tomorrow is a holiday and everything will be closed. Thus, I need food today so I can eat tomorrow. I'm right by the lettuce section when my phone rings again. In my rush to get the darn thing, I drop my purse, and when I pull out the phone, I accidentally hang up. Oops. Darn it. Now what? I look at the number, thinking I'll just call back, but it's an unlisted number so no such luck. Double darn it.
So, I finish my shopping, and get back to the car. I check on Doofus. He's still there, still breathing and getting very hungry to judge by that wide open mouth just crying to have food dropped in it. Okay then. At least he's still alive, even if he can't quite sit up.
Check my voice mail and sure enough there's a number there to call back along with a question as to where I am. Okay. Call the number, leave another message. Head home. (Too many messages left today, let me tell you. Way too many.) Anyway, I get home and put the groceries away, leaving Doofus in the car. It's out of the wind, protected, safe from the cats, warm ... good spot for him. I've been told not to feed him anything or give him any water, so you know, it's fine. Though I'm worried he's going to croak before I get him to where he needs to go.
Timecheck - we found Doofus at about 1:30. By the time I got the next call, it was about 5:15pm. And that was just info from the first place, with a number to call for someone who might be able to take poor Doofus in, make sure he lives long enough to fly and set him free into the wild again. So, I call that number. They say to bring Doofus over, and they'll take him in for sure. Minor catch, because you just know there has to be one.... it's 90km away.
Oy.
Just ...
Yeah. And I so LOVE driving.
Anyway, to cut this very long story short, Doofus an I went for a lovely long drive in the sun, and I dropped him off at the home of the manager of the wildlife rehabilitation center. She told me he is a grackle, and that he is definitely too young to be out of the nest as we found him. So, we were right, yay! And he's now in safe hands, where he can get the care he needs to grow up and become a holy terror to people every where.
That was my good deed for the day. So, now I get to play.
Go figure.
Mine was late, by about 20 minutes. She got held up at home. But she arrived and we stretched and then started walking. While we were walking we talked about why she was late. That's her story to tell not mine, so it doesn't go here. Ask her, if you want to know. Anyway, we got about a quarter mile into our walk (0.4 km) enjoying the blossoms on the trees, the flowers surrounded by petals, the aroma of the fruit trees and the lilacs. It was a really lovely day except the wind was downright frigid. Anyway, there we were, walking along, heading for the first loop of our routine 4km walk (2.5miles) and I cought sight of something on the grass out of the corner of my eye. Just under a coniferous tree - a pine, in fact, a great big one, there was a little brown half naked birdling. I say that entirely truthfully, since the darn thing was fuzzy, and did not have all its feathers yet. In fact, it was lucky to have half of its feathers. Ugly thing, and in an E.T. sort of way, cute. Well, Mine and I looked at each other and we just couldn't leave this half naked little chick to die. Neither one of us thought it would survive on its own. It was just too little. So, Mine picked it up and we returned to our starting point where we begged a box and some papertowel so we could put the little thing somewhere quiet, contained and warm. Then we left it in Mine's car while we went and actually completed our walk.
Once back, the next trial started. Figuring out what to do with the darn little bird. Heck, we didn't even know what it was, though as Mine said, it looked like it probably belonged to the big black birds, the ones with the shiny blue heads. Not that we knew what they were or even if our guess was right. We found 2 numbers, and called them both, leaving messages. But they didn't call us back, not even after we had lunch while waiting. So I took Doofus with me (what else would we call the stupid thing?) and Mine headed home. So did I, though I was sure I couldn't bring Doofus inside. Can you imagine the Great Grey Death with a helpless baby chick in her house? Oy. Not good at all.
I was on my way home when the phone rang the first time. It was a lovely lady from the Wildlife Center, and she asked all kinds of questions trying to figure out if we'd just nabbed a fledgling from its parents. Could we see a nest? No. How big was the bird? Tiny. What colour was it? Brown. Was it hurt? No. Anything twisted? No. Did it have all its feathers? No, it was half naked. Did it have sort of thick lips around its mouth? Say what? It's a bird! And so on. So, then she said she'd call me back. Of course, it didnt' help that I had no clue what sort of bird it was. I don't think she could tell either from my poor description.
Anyway, here I am, this poor baby birdling in my car, and I have to go grocery shopping. Tomorrow is a holiday and everything will be closed. Thus, I need food today so I can eat tomorrow. I'm right by the lettuce section when my phone rings again. In my rush to get the darn thing, I drop my purse, and when I pull out the phone, I accidentally hang up. Oops. Darn it. Now what? I look at the number, thinking I'll just call back, but it's an unlisted number so no such luck. Double darn it.
So, I finish my shopping, and get back to the car. I check on Doofus. He's still there, still breathing and getting very hungry to judge by that wide open mouth just crying to have food dropped in it. Okay then. At least he's still alive, even if he can't quite sit up.
Check my voice mail and sure enough there's a number there to call back along with a question as to where I am. Okay. Call the number, leave another message. Head home. (Too many messages left today, let me tell you. Way too many.) Anyway, I get home and put the groceries away, leaving Doofus in the car. It's out of the wind, protected, safe from the cats, warm ... good spot for him. I've been told not to feed him anything or give him any water, so you know, it's fine. Though I'm worried he's going to croak before I get him to where he needs to go.
Timecheck - we found Doofus at about 1:30. By the time I got the next call, it was about 5:15pm. And that was just info from the first place, with a number to call for someone who might be able to take poor Doofus in, make sure he lives long enough to fly and set him free into the wild again. So, I call that number. They say to bring Doofus over, and they'll take him in for sure. Minor catch, because you just know there has to be one.... it's 90km away.
Oy.
Just ...
Yeah. And I so LOVE driving.
Anyway, to cut this very long story short, Doofus an I went for a lovely long drive in the sun, and I dropped him off at the home of the manager of the wildlife rehabilitation center. She told me he is a grackle, and that he is definitely too young to be out of the nest as we found him. So, we were right, yay! And he's now in safe hands, where he can get the care he needs to grow up and become a holy terror to people every where.
That was my good deed for the day. So, now I get to play.
