Thursday, June 2, 2011

Going to the birds

Last night, about 30 minutes after shutting my light and dozing off, a grey dove appeared above my head, wings outstretched, suspended in the air chirping a happy song.

It freaked me out so bad I jumped out of bed, my heart beating a mile a minute.

I groped for the light, switched it on and of course there was no bird - only reality settling in that I had hallucinated - not really a dream since I hadn't really been asleep, had I?

But just in case, I had to research it:

To see birds in your dream, symbolize your goals, aspirations and hopes. To dream of chirping and/or flying birds, represent joy, harmony, ecstasy, balance, and love. It denotes a sunny outlook in life. You are experiencing spiritual freedom and psychological liberation. It is almost as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Or, maybe my brain was just full of the 4 baby birds I rescued earlier in the day.

There's a nest tucked away under the roof of the barn, I often see mama bird flying in with a mouthful of goodies for the hungry babies - I'd never seen them but they sure do make a racket!

Yesterday afternoon I went to the barn to check on the banties (my small-sized chickens) and heard frantic peeping and scratching in the chute that used to allow bedding to unload from the attic to the ground floor. It's been condemned due to floor rot around that area, it's full of dusty hay and the trap entrance is covered with an old piece of plywood so I figured something must have gotten trapped in there - I had to go up to check.

To set the stage: yesterday was incredibly windy and very, very warm - an ususual combination for this time of year. The barn attic was an oven.

The old bedding corner is very dark and hosts potential wasp nests so I was very wary - add soft floors and it's really creepy. Something fluttered around and by the sound of it: baby birds in distress. I managed to locate three little grey things with panting yellow beaks, gently cornered them and returned them to their nest, figuring a gust of wind must have knocked them all out. I checked the chute where I had heard the scratching but all was calm, so I figured that was that.

Back down on the main floor the scratching and peeping was more urgent than ever and that's when my friend showed up to retrieve one of the new baby chicks I had gotten a few days before and didn't want anymore since it was obviously a boy. He was in a rush, it was sweltering, but I told him to hang on cuz there was no way I could let a baby die like that. He said "oh it's just a stupid black bird" but hey, I told him every creature deserves to live and I just had to do it.

Went back up, crawled slowly into the hot dark dusty corner, removed the plywood cover to the chute and there was baby bird, beak open and panting, exhausted and frightened. I gently lifted it out of the chute and put it back near the nest, where it dashed right back in with its mates.

There, so relieved!

Later on in the day I saw mama bird flying in and out of the barn roof with mouthfuls of food, I heard the babies demanding their dinner so I knew everything was all right.

Adventures on the farm, eh?

Last night the heat wave finally broke, everyone's happy after a good night's sleep and I'm not even that sore after an awesome horseback ride in the trails behind our house - although the bowed leg syndrome will no doubt appear tomorrow, LOL!

My friend and I galloped through lush green grassy fields, on hilltops overlooking the setting sun - it was like a hollywood movie, that's how excellent it was. My old man Jack was pumped like a mexican jumping bean, he had the energy of a 5 year old stallion and my friend kept telling me he looked so young and energized, not even close to his grand old age of 26!

Two more sleeps until Vegas comes home.

I miss him.

/end of Be Kind To Karma post/


JeanMarie said...

What a great post! Karma, baby, Karma!

Debby@Just Breathe said...

Glad you got to go for a ride with Jack. Awesome job on saving those black birds! Love your dream/hallucination, sounds like a good thing to me.

A blog by the "Farmer" said...

Oh, what a beautiful post. I am so glad both you and baby bird made it out safely...

The ride sounds incredible! Jack is such an awesome horse.

So glad it is almost time for Vegas to come home.


Anke said...

You're my kind of girl!:-) I couldn't have left those poor baby birds alone either. Hopefully time will fly by for you and Vegas will be home safe and sound soon.

Anonymous said...

Vegas will be back soon..hang in there!

I am a firm believer in dream interpretation...listen to 'em girl!


Adventures In China said...

I love that you rescue birds, because I love birds. They are not disposable! Kudos to you for your care of the wee ones.

Busy Bee Suz said...

You are the bird whisperer. :)
I love that you helped them out...I would too. Gods creatures all deserve our attention.
So, since I am so far behind...Vegas must be home now. Joy. :)