I am a self-proclaimed bird whisperer.  That’s right, I have saved a few birds in my day.  Perhaps it is my calling. I just finished reading Freedom by Jonathon Franzen in which he spends a huge section in the middle of the book talking about one of the main characters’ passion for saving the endangered cerulean warbler bird.  I was bored with the plight of the bird.  I don’t particularly like birds, but I do not dislike birds either.  I especially do not understand why people keep birds caged in their homes; it seems cruel to the bird and very loud inside a house. 

So, my first bird rescue happened while we were living in Carlsbad.  I was up on our balcony looking down at the cul-de-sac when I saw a big loud crow swoop down and attack a hummingbird.  The hummingbird hit the ground and the crow continued to harass it.  I ran down to the cul-de-sac and grabbed that hummingbird and brought it home.  The hummingbird looked unscathed but was not moving except for the very rapid paced breathing I could see from its chest.  The problem was I didn’t know how to nurse this little hummingbird back to health.  I went to the yellow pages (back when people still used phone books) and somehow found a lady who rescues birds.  I called her and told her that I have a sweet little hummingbird who has been the victim of a vicious attack and she told me to bring it on over to her house.  I drove about a ½ an hour with this little hummingbird in a shoe box and delivered it to this woman who had about 50 other birds in her house that she was caring for.

This looks like my pelican

My second bird rescue still gives me the chills today.  I was by myself walking along the beach in Carlsbad when I noticed a pelican on the beach acting very strange.  I went up to get a closer look and noticed that the pelican was completely entangled in heavy fishing wire with a hook lodged in its wing. Part of the fishing wire was wrapped around the pelican’s beak and so the poor bird couldn’t open its mouth or lift its head.  Pelicans are large.  I wasn’t sure what to do but watching this beautiful sea bird suffer had me in tears.  People would just pass this bird by with no more than a casual glance. I couldn’t imagine leaving this bird here to die so I stood on the beach next to this bird until someone who was willing to help me, someone bigger than myself, would come and help.

So while I am standing there this man passes by with his three Jack Russell Terriors who proceed to terrorize this pelican.  They are trying to nip at it and are circling it yapping like mad.  I was yelling at the man to get his dogs on a leash as he was running in circling like a fool trying to get a handle on his dogs.

It seemed like ages but then I saw him. Robin Hood of the pelicans came running toward me and I knew my pelican friend would be OK.  This man was in his 20’s and was about 6 foot 5 inches.  He was strong and he was willing to help me save this bird.  We strategized for a couple of minutes and then Robin Hood of pelicans grabbed that big pelican around its body and hoisted it up.  Then I stepped in with the wire cutters that he had brought from his car and starting clipping away at the wire.  It took about 5 minutes before all the wire was untangled from the pelican. We let this beautiful creature down and watched as she flew to the water and swam away on the waves. 

This looks like the hummingbird we found this week

My most recent bird rescue happened on Monday.  I was picking Ava up from ACRO gymnastics when I saw a little something on the ground.  I wasn’t sure what it was so I moved it with my foot. It flipped over and I noticed that it was the most beautiful hummingbird with a fluorescent green body and a fluorescent pink head.  He was tiny and I wasn’t sure if it was a baby who had fallen from a tree, or if perhaps he flew into the window.  I picked him up and placed him high so no one would step on him.  I ran inside and got Ava and some paper towel and we ran out and placed this little bird on the paper towels and I put him in the passenger side of my car.  Ava and Preston were very excited.  “Is this going to be out new pet?” Ava asked enthusiastically.  “No way – we are just going to help this hummingbird to fly again.”  “Oh yeah, and then he can fly back to his mommy and daddy.  I am going to name him Sweeny.” 

So I am driving along the freeway and Sweeny is staring right at me.  He looks annoyed and distrustful but comfortable in his paper towels resting gently inside Chris’s strange driving cap that happened to be a perfect bed.  All of a sudden Sweeny took flight.  He flew to the back and hit the window.  I screamed.  I was worried that Sweeny would fly at rapid speed right into Ava or Preston. He hung out at the back window and took flight a few more times trying to escape through the glass.  I pulled over at on off ramp and opened the back. Sweeny still couldn’t figure out how to fly out the back now that it was open so I reached in and grabbed him and through him up in the air and he flew away. 

I have another bird rescue under my belt.  While I did not nurse Sweeny back to health, I feel I saved him by getting him off the sidewalk where he surely would’ve been smooshed. 

The bird whisperer is back.

Ava and I are headed to Livermore tonight for her ACRO gymnastics competition tomorrow.  I am very excited to see her do her ACRO thing since I missed the last one.  I just watched the video that my dad taped and I have to admit I got very vaclempt while watching it.  She does such a good job for just starting in September. 

In other news, my little Elsa and Preston are refusing to do #2 in the potty.  This has become an issue because they hold it and become constipated.  Then they are so uncomfortable that they get teary and clingy and grumpy.  Sometimes it affects our entire day. I put a pull-up on them so they don’t suffer, but even then sometimes they hold it.  I think they have poop confusion; they don’t want to do it in the potty but they know they should’nt do it in their pull-up.  I just don’t get it.  What is with kids being frightened to poop in the potty?  I even show them how Violet does it and they say “yeahhhhh Violet! Good job!” They are very happy for her successes in poop but are unwilling to do this themselves.  Will they be pooping in their pull-up forever I wonder?  I have tried everything.  I have bribed them with toys, popsicles, lollipops, ice cream to name a few things.  Nothing works.  Please, if you have any advice for me, something that may work, post a comment.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

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  • April 2, 2011 at 9:29 am
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    Hey may experienced bird whisperer! I too am reading Freedom, my 3rd attempt at reading a novel (like I said, I read for sure an hour each day, but can not get into fiction). We will see, Oprah liked it, so I will give it a shot, but so far not hooked yet. On the potty training subject. So interesting you talked about it because this week here in Belgium they had a large article in the paper about the amount of kids that have constipation has risen dramatically due to the pressures of needing to be potty trained at an early age nowadays. They said that in the old days they were potty trained later, when they were ready, but now with pre school and peer pressure they are expected to be trained too early, for some. This was the article. So I guess all I can get from that is that Violet was ready and the others are not. I know, not really helpfull huh, but since they are not going to school yet, no unneeded stress on you or them I think.

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