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Fellas,
One mornin' jest over a week ago, I looked out the window 'n seen a red bird with a broke wing. It wuz draggin', so he went ta hoppin' away when he seen me lookin'. I spekalated on whether some boy whacked him with a bb gun. I hated the idea that I mite have ta take all hiz pain away. He hopped away 'n I let that sad thought lie.
Next day Miz Bear asked if I seen the red bird with the bad wing hoppin' round eatin' ground seed. I tole her "yep" 'n reminded her how sad it made us when "Cripple" (a one legged mockin' bird) didnt make the trip after all the special feed 'n water Miz Bear put out fer him 'n the high platform she made jest fer him under the suet cake.
Next day he wuz back under the bird feeder eatin' the seed that fell on the ground. Next thing I know, Miz Bear iz lookin' fer a pan ta put some water out fer him. She haz been watchin' him everday thru the spyglass.
Rite off she noticed that he had a bad wing 'n no tail feathers either. Somethin' wuz mitey rough on him. Then she seen hiz bum leg. It wuz jest draggin'.....not movin' at all. She named him Festus fer Matt Dillon's sidekick on Gunsmoke.
After a week, hiz wing got better 'n Festus even flew a few feet. We were mitey pleased that he didnt have ta stay on the ground with all the critters in the yard. Raccoon, possum, red fox, Cooper hawk, rats, mice, cats :evil:, squirrels 'n more. I watched him half-fly 'n half-climb frum limb ta limb in the fig tree til he wuz near bout 15 feet off the ground.
We wuz excited when he flew up on the metal tray that I set up 2 feet off the ground under the feeder to catch fallin' seed (to deny the rats 'n mice). It wuz painful ta watch Festus work so hard ta keep hiz balance 'n hold hiz spot in the feed trough. Bird peckin' order iz tough, but he showed so much spunk it near bout brung a tear.
Its a mitey dumb thing ta let yer heart git stuck on a crippled bird. I know better. She knows better, but I'll be dang if we aint doin' it agin.
Now Festus kin fly 15-20 yards 'n kin git up in the top feeder with the sunflower seeds. Hiz cripple leg hangs limp off the side, but he uses hiz wing ta balance 'n stay put in the tray.
At first other red birds run him off, but he musta made up hiz mind that bird threats aint gwine ta run him off no more. The peckin' order kin go ta Hades! Now he gits in the feeder, sets down 'n the others have a hard time movin' him over.
A few minutes ago I wuz watchin' him thru the spyglass 'n I thought I seen some new tail feathers growin'. I dont figger he kin grow a new leg, but ever little bit helps. Survivin' mite turn on a few tail feathers helpin' him keep hiz balance.
I reckon ya'll kin tell how much I admire Festus. Animals jest dont go outta their way fer a cripple. They dont have no disability law. Festus jest seems ta wanna live awful bad.
Miz Bear sez a female red bird haz been hangin' round Festus. I dont know bout that. I seen animals do some mitey strange things on that Animal Channel. Mebbe a friend 'n a powerful will ta live iz all Festus needs ta make it?
I sho hope so, but my head tole my heart that a one leg bird aint long fer this world. I know this dont mean much times like these, but when I look round, Festus jest stands out fer hiz courage.
I reckon when I watch Festus struggle so dang hard, I'm pullin' fer everbody with a hard row ta hoe. If he kin try with all hiz mite 'n make it, mebbe anuther fella kin too? Even if he dont make it, he earned my respect. That iz a good life.
regards,
bearridge
When you are in any contest you should work as if there were-to the very last minute-a chance to lose it. Dwight D. Eisenhower
One mornin' jest over a week ago, I looked out the window 'n seen a red bird with a broke wing. It wuz draggin', so he went ta hoppin' away when he seen me lookin'. I spekalated on whether some boy whacked him with a bb gun. I hated the idea that I mite have ta take all hiz pain away. He hopped away 'n I let that sad thought lie.
Next day Miz Bear asked if I seen the red bird with the bad wing hoppin' round eatin' ground seed. I tole her "yep" 'n reminded her how sad it made us when "Cripple" (a one legged mockin' bird) didnt make the trip after all the special feed 'n water Miz Bear put out fer him 'n the high platform she made jest fer him under the suet cake.
Next day he wuz back under the bird feeder eatin' the seed that fell on the ground. Next thing I know, Miz Bear iz lookin' fer a pan ta put some water out fer him. She haz been watchin' him everday thru the spyglass.
Rite off she noticed that he had a bad wing 'n no tail feathers either. Somethin' wuz mitey rough on him. Then she seen hiz bum leg. It wuz jest draggin'.....not movin' at all. She named him Festus fer Matt Dillon's sidekick on Gunsmoke.
After a week, hiz wing got better 'n Festus even flew a few feet. We were mitey pleased that he didnt have ta stay on the ground with all the critters in the yard. Raccoon, possum, red fox, Cooper hawk, rats, mice, cats :evil:, squirrels 'n more. I watched him half-fly 'n half-climb frum limb ta limb in the fig tree til he wuz near bout 15 feet off the ground.
We wuz excited when he flew up on the metal tray that I set up 2 feet off the ground under the feeder to catch fallin' seed (to deny the rats 'n mice). It wuz painful ta watch Festus work so hard ta keep hiz balance 'n hold hiz spot in the feed trough. Bird peckin' order iz tough, but he showed so much spunk it near bout brung a tear.
Its a mitey dumb thing ta let yer heart git stuck on a crippled bird. I know better. She knows better, but I'll be dang if we aint doin' it agin.
Now Festus kin fly 15-20 yards 'n kin git up in the top feeder with the sunflower seeds. Hiz cripple leg hangs limp off the side, but he uses hiz wing ta balance 'n stay put in the tray.
At first other red birds run him off, but he musta made up hiz mind that bird threats aint gwine ta run him off no more. The peckin' order kin go ta Hades! Now he gits in the feeder, sets down 'n the others have a hard time movin' him over.
A few minutes ago I wuz watchin' him thru the spyglass 'n I thought I seen some new tail feathers growin'. I dont figger he kin grow a new leg, but ever little bit helps. Survivin' mite turn on a few tail feathers helpin' him keep hiz balance.
I reckon ya'll kin tell how much I admire Festus. Animals jest dont go outta their way fer a cripple. They dont have no disability law. Festus jest seems ta wanna live awful bad.
Miz Bear sez a female red bird haz been hangin' round Festus. I dont know bout that. I seen animals do some mitey strange things on that Animal Channel. Mebbe a friend 'n a powerful will ta live iz all Festus needs ta make it?
I sho hope so, but my head tole my heart that a one leg bird aint long fer this world. I know this dont mean much times like these, but when I look round, Festus jest stands out fer hiz courage.
I reckon when I watch Festus struggle so dang hard, I'm pullin' fer everbody with a hard row ta hoe. If he kin try with all hiz mite 'n make it, mebbe anuther fella kin too? Even if he dont make it, he earned my respect. That iz a good life.
regards,
bearridge
When you are in any contest you should work as if there were-to the very last minute-a chance to lose it. Dwight D. Eisenhower