i am a rescuer...as a young child i rescued kittens being tormented, untied dogs i felt were being abused, fed orphaned baby squirrels and rabbits with eyedroppers…a never ending parade of things in need...i'm sure i was a pain in the neck to my parents back then...as was my older brother who was known to do similar things...so my rescue attempt list includes...but is not limited to...dogs, cats, birds, shunks, squirrels, rabbits, horses, lizards, pigs, goats, manatees, alligators…you name it and at one point in my life i have probably been involved in some portion of an attempt to rescue it…and through out my life, that list has also included people...

i was probably a pain in the neck to others too...as witnessed when my ex husband looked up at me saying..."just where did you pick him up?"...when i told him there was a chicken trapped in our downtown orlando backyard...he had good reason to think i had probably done just that...stopped somewhere and picked him up...but honestly...the dang chicken was just there when i came home from work...and my two dogs...also rescues...were looking very pleased with themselves…feathers everywhere...tails wagging, watching and just waiting for him to make another attempt to walk around in the yard...

during our “divorce years” that story seemed to come full circle when he brought me a wild baby chick he found orphaned by cats…I named that chick “omelet” and he grew to be my handsome pet rooster...omelet became a symbol between us…that no matter what was occurring in the offices of attorneys…however emotionally scrambled…I was still the only one...the only one he could have brought that small fluff to...to mother…or to be the mother of our son...

birds continue to show up on a regular basis in my adult years…pigeons, bluejays, mockingbirds, owls, pelicans, sandhill cranes, ducks and crows…blackbirds...once i was able to raise a crow and return him to a normal crow's life in the wild...my crow…my ”bozo”…my blackbird was a character of a bird like no other…that flew into my ex’s office as a fledging and rode home on his shoulder in the car that night…again to me…to mother…and I did…

so that’s what I do…I mother…I rescue…i admit it...freely and most of the time gladly...but sometimes there is pain that comes with the attempt to rescue...and i feel that pain now...these past few months I have seen someone that I once loved go through unbelievable physical healing of their body...a miracle of life given to them from another body...and tried to support the healing broken spirit wings of this human blackbird…sometimes it just isn't enough...your love...your efforts...because that rescue is not yours to touch...that rescue can only come from what is in need... and that's the hardest thing to watch...that struggle…to wish to see that freedom of flight for them again…and long to hear them singing in the dead of night…







"blackbird singing in the dead of night...take these broken wings and learn to fly...
all your life...you were only waiting for this moment to arise..."

blackbird © 2008...please don't fly away with my stuff... :)...