Random word generated: Cumulative
Even though I originally come from the countryside and have lived there for most of my life, I never came across an orphaned animal or bird of any description. Yet, a move to London in the year 2000, has culminated in a total of one failed attempt at a bird rescue, and countless sightings of injured birds which, despite major concerns, we decided to leave well alone. Although we did (my friend and I) made a successful rescue of a poor crow with its feet tangled up in string. We have no idea whether it survived or not, however.
London is terrible for bird injuries as the countless number of pigeons wandering around with only one foot is testament to. So many believe these birds are vermin and should not be fed or encouraged. But, I don't see them in that light at all. They are a very important part of London life and should be treated with respect.
As an animal lover, I loathe to see any animal in distress whether it's injured or suffering from abuse, but sometimes, it's difficult to know what you should do for the best. I admire anyone who performs rescue of birds and wildlife and I can understand totally why you need to be trained and licensed to do so. There are so much you need to know and so much you need to be aware of, too.
This is why I picked out, Bird Rescue by Karendelac for this week's review. Not only is it informative and well laid out, but it also has gorgeous images. For anyone who does not believe or can imagine that birds have feelings, emotions and attachments must surely be prepared to be proven wrong whilst reading this lens. How can anyone not be moved by the series of images depicting the grieving of a sparrow after the death of his mate?
Squidoo lenses like this move me to tears and I so desperately want to do more for bird and wildlife rescue than I already am. If that is what it does to me, I can only hope it does the same to you, too.
Visit: Bird Rescue
What an excellent lens, Carrie. The tears started with the very first section... Hard to hold them back when Karen wrote about the loving bond she formed with her rescued bird who lived just a year more -- showing her as best he could that she had made his final time happy. Just absolutely heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteCarrie, this lens is magnificent. I have a whole new appreciation for birds. Btw, I look forward to seeing what your random word is each week.
ReplyDeleteMy dad's brother Gilbert (Gib) lived in Detroit most of his adult life before he moved back "home" and built a home for he, his wife Martha, and their peculiar pet parakeet.
ReplyDeleteI say peculiar because Polly had one leg and was missing about half a beak. It seems that one particularly frigid winter day, Gib found a parakeet in his backyard. Laying in the snow, the bird was doomed to die. Gib gathered the bird up and went to the Vet.
Frostbite had taken its toll on the winged ind, but Gib was determined to save the bird.
He did.
Foe many years we would visit Gib and Polly would fly, unfettered by a cage because he was housebroken, around the home, occasionally perching on a shoulder.
Was weird to glance over at a one legged, half beaked parakeet as it perched on your shoulder. What was weirder was listening to it trying to mimic you...