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Mar 28, 2012 19:40:23 GMT -5
Post by maria222pf on Mar 28, 2012 19:40:23 GMT -5
:D
Since the sad news about Queen, I thought I'd post a little OT personal heart warming story. Several years ago, I rescued a baby robin. His mom had been hit by a car and he fell out of the nest. He was so tiny, he had no feathers. I looked up how to care for him and dug worms, made a little house for him, cuddled him to keep him warm and I really fell in love. As he got bigger with feathers, I lightly tossed him in the air and he learned how to fly. When I would go out into the yard he would fly straight at me and land on my shoulder. Very, very cool experience. When I realized that he didn't know how to feed himself, I found a wild bird care center who put him in an aviary with other robins who taught him how to find his own food. The center e-mailed me and told me that he was now safely in the wild taking care of himself.
The first spring after that, I was on my back porch and noticed an adult robin in my bird bath about 5 feet away. I quietly walked outside and he just sat there and looked at me. The next day, I saw him perched on the back of a chair in my patio area. The same chair that I used to sit on to feed and hold him. That was my little guy coming to tell me he was okay. I called the bird center and they said that a lot of times, robins return to where they were born every year.
Ever since then, every year in the spring I have a brief "moment" with my robin. He'll just sit somewhere and stare at me for a few minutes - corny, but sort of a telepathic thing between his adopted mom and him.
My little guy showed up this morning!
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Lilly, that was fucking hilarious.
Since the sad news about Queen, I thought I'd post a little OT personal heart warming story. Several years ago, I rescued a baby robin. His mom had been hit by a car and he fell out of the nest. He was so tiny, he had no feathers. I looked up how to care for him and dug worms, made a little house for him, cuddled him to keep him warm and I really fell in love. As he got bigger with feathers, I lightly tossed him in the air and he learned how to fly. When I would go out into the yard he would fly straight at me and land on my shoulder. Very, very cool experience. When I realized that he didn't know how to feed himself, I found a wild bird care center who put him in an aviary with other robins who taught him how to find his own food. The center e-mailed me and told me that he was now safely in the wild taking care of himself.
The first spring after that, I was on my back porch and noticed an adult robin in my bird bath about 5 feet away. I quietly walked outside and he just sat there and looked at me. The next day, I saw him perched on the back of a chair in my patio area. The same chair that I used to sit on to feed and hold him. That was my little guy coming to tell me he was okay. I called the bird center and they said that a lot of times, robins return to where they were born every year.
Ever since then, every year in the spring I have a brief "moment" with my robin. He'll just sit somewhere and stare at me for a few minutes - corny, but sort of a telepathic thing between his adopted mom and him.
My little guy showed up this morning!
i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq353/littledeb10/100_0580.jpg