It was bad enough that we had to find that poor little dead baby bird, but at 8pm on a Sunday night...
Our internet went down on Thursday. Sometimes it does go down but pops back up so I didn't think to call right away. Bad idea. A huge storm moved in on Friday and of course, the helpline was overwhelmed and they didn't even make you wait. You call, you go through the menu. You were told that they had too many calls and click! They sent you away...
But that wasn't the worst of the storm. Luckily, it didn't wake the kids, although Talia said she heard it. The next morning, I went to put the laundry outside (since it had cleared up) and to my horror, right at the step of the door, was the cloth that we had used to bury the poor baby bird. We're not only talking 20ft from where he was buried but on the other side of the house!
I thought for a moment, do I want him to still be inside or not?? I lifted up a corner, and surprisingly he was, but for much worse the ware I have to admit. A school morning is even worse for doing burials so in my bra, since I hadn't planned on venturing outside, I went and hid him under the tanbark temporarily until I could go back in the afternoon and rebury him.
I thought that in some weird way, the storm scared him and he was trying to get back to us. Silly, I know. He was dead and it was just the wind but I was grateful that I found the poor creature first and not one of the kids weeks later.
I picked the girls up for lunch, drove Talia back to school and was going to pick up a newspaper. I still hadn't managed to do the deed but thought I cound distract Davina alone enough that I could get it done. Talia would be the one to notice I'm gone and go looking for me. Nothing passes that child.
Davina started to fall asleep in the car on the way back but woke up when we got the paper (the Sunday Times, which they save for me). That was a mistake because she didn't go back to sleep as I hoped. I did pop a video in the machine and quickly went out and dug a hole twice as deep (not easy, very hard earth!) Also, the tanbark keep falling in it. I put another brick on top of his grave.
I had a dream that this good looking young guy comes up to me and thanks me for being nice to him. I didn't know what he was talking about. He explained that he was a reincarnation of the baby bird, actually the "complete soul". I guess there's some sort of theory of higher entity existence running around in my subconscience that I haven't really explored in my conscience self but oh well... I told him "But you were already dead and we couldn't help you!" But he said it was still a gesture of kindness. I guess the poor creature ended up more loved in death than in life.
I look out the window and check that the brick is still there sometimes. With the events in China and Burma, and two girlfriends who recently had very late miscarriages, I'm kind of focused on children and death. In the Sunday Times, I read about a couple whose 10 year old daughter was trapped at the top of a building. There was no means to recue her, no equipment and she cried and told them it hurts. For two days and nights, they waited below until her legs stopped moving.
That little bird just kind of reminded me up close of the unfairness of life and those who never really got a real shot at life.
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