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| Cainman |
"Modest Stillness and Humility" <kremvax2004@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> "Just Molly" <oldmollyREMOVETHIS@tesco.net> wrote in message
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> > "Stephen Oakes" <soakes1@XXXbigpond.net.au> wrote in message
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> > > The Extraordinary life of Red.
> > >
> > > Red was born on April 14th, 2004 or thereabouts. His birth was not
> > > particularly unusual. He had 4 siblings and they were more or less
raised
> > > in the normal manner by their parents. His life began to change when
he
> > > left home. He had watched his siblings leave, one by one, returning
and
> > > being returned less and less frequently and he wanted to get out and
> > > experience the world around him. He wanted to travel and explore,
just
> > like
> > > they did.
> > >
> > > Perhaps he left home too early. Perhaps it was just his environment
that
> > > was not quite as harmonious as it appeared. Things began to go wrong
as
> > > soon as Red left home.
> > >
> > > He was attacked, leaving him physically damaged, weak and helpless.
Cold
> > > and forlorn, he could do little other than sit and wait. Other than
his
> > > legs, he had no useful means of transport. He was rescued and taken
to a
> > > place of healing, far from his home and his family. Here his
condition
> > > deteriorated. He became weaker and would not eat or drink, even when
the
> > > food was practically shoved into his face. Although he was kept warm,
it
> > > seemed unlikely that he would survive much longer.
> > >
> > > He slept by another patient with a broken limb. Although unrelated,
they
> > > had come from the same neighbourhood and were about the same age, so
they
> > > became comfortable together. Red slept well and was warm.
> > >
> > > The first indication of Red's resilience came the next day. He was
placed
> > > at a table with food in front of him. By now he could barely walk.
With
> > > his face almost lying in the food in front of him, he began to chew.
> > > Painfully slowly, he picked up morsel after morsel, chewing them,
> > sometimes
> > > dropping them, not watching as they scattered across the table,
searching
> > > for more choice bits. When he had finished, he was tucked up and kept
> > warm,
> > > where he slept again. Soon after he was offered food again, and again
he
> > > ate.
> > > Gradually he regained his strength and began to recover physically.
He
> > ate
> > > regularly and slept as often. In between, he was much more active.
It
> > > seemed he was well on the way to recovery.
> > >
> > > Red's relapse was totally unexpected.
> > >
> > > He had been taken outside to enjoy some rare Winter sunshine. When
sent
> > > for, he appeared suddenly weak again. He was virtually unable to
walk; it
> > > was as though the past few days counted for nothing. He was as weak
as
> > > ever. Again he wouldn't eat or drink. He was tucked into bed again;
> > > overnight he would either recover or die.
> > >
> > > He did neither. The next morning he was much worse, but still had
life in
> > > him. His eyes were as bright as ever, but now his legs had lost
nearly
> > all
> > > their strength. Effectively paralysed, he could no longer even walk
to
> > find
> > > food. He had to be carried to it.
> > >
> > > Again, he was placed at a table with food in front of him. He nibbled
a
> > few
> > > morsels, but all day it became clear that he was in far worse
condition
> > than
> > > he had been initially. Surely he would die today or tonight.
> > >
> > > Red's story is not yet over. He continues to live, but he can not
move
> > much
> > > more than to crawl around on his belly, occasionally flapping his
wings in
> > a
> > > weak effort to stabilise himself. He still eats, much more
proficiently
> > > than in those first few hours, and so maintains just enough energy to
keep
> > > alive. As long as he keeps warm, he might well survive, but he will
> > > probably never walk again, let alone fly.
> > >
> > > I just hope his life becomes even more extraordinary.
> > >
> > That story sickened me I'm afraid. If the bird is as crippled as
described,
> > it is utter cruelty to allow him to live.
>
> Send the bird to hell
You're going to send him to live with old molly???
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