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Flying high

12/11/2020

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PictureClose encounters ... the injured swallow
By Etsuko Yasunaga 
 
I WAS only few hundred metres from home on my daily walk. Two birds flew across my eyes swiftly. It felt like an arrow. They were so fast, but I managed to identify that a wattle bird was chasing an eastern rosella. I was in awe of their speed and admiring their nimble flying ability.

​Next second I heard a heavy thud. The eastern rosella hit the wall of a house and with a dull sound fell to the ground near the rainwater tank. It didn’t move for a good few minutes. It was hard to tell from the distance but one of its wings seemed damaged.

 
Satisfied with the chase, the wattle bird was long gone, had flown away from the scene. Here I was hopelessly left alone with the possibly injured bird, with no clue what to do to save this tiny creature. One thing was clear. I couldn’t keep on walking as if I hadn’t witnessed anything. I had to do something, but I didn’t know what. I felt an urge at least to tell someone to offload my laden chest. Witnessing the fallen bird was simply too weighty for me to carry. Luckily Rob was home, working on our front garden so I returned home to tell him what I had just witnessed. I realised I was quite upset when I was telling him about the poor bird.

Rob was calm, as often in cases like these, and he reassured me with a positive note first. The bird may have just been stunned and once it recovers from the shock it may fly away. He told me, however, if it was injured badly there wasn’t much I could do to help the wounded bird. Having been reassured, I went back to the place where the rosella fell. I slowly approached to a vantage point where I could see the rainwater tank clearly. To my delight the bird wasn’t there. I wished in all conscience that the bird somehow gained the strength to fly away. I continued my walk feeling little lighter in my heart.
 
The day after, we found a little swallow on the deck of our back garden. He sat motionless at the base of the bench leg. His left wing drooped. It was a cold rainy day, and I wished I were able to shelter the bird from the elements. We were puzzled how on earth the bird ended up there as we didn’t hear any sound of the bird hitting the glass door that morning. He may have been exhausted from his long journey or was just stunned like the other bird.
 
Honestly it was little too much for me to bear. To see wounded birds two days in a row caused me anguish. Although the stunned bird yesterday flew away miraculously, this little one didn’t seem to have much luck, I thought. I started thinking about where I should bury him in our garden. The bird seemed too weak, and its life force was fading away in the cold rain. Five or ten minutes had passed. It was still at the same spot, unmoving. The fragile wing still sagged weakly.
 
Because the double glazed glass door to the deck was closed I could observe the bird without frightening him too much. I decided to spend some time with this wounded bird. I lay flat on my belly and brought my eye level with the bird. His sharp eyes surprised me. His body wasn’t moving much but certainly he was alert, watching any threat coming his way. He turned his head around and steadily observed his environment with his clear eyes. He constantly reacted to other birdcalls, too. He didn’t seem to mind melodious songs of blackbirds or butcherbirds but when a raven called his body stiffened up.
 
As I lay low I wondered what’s going on in his brain to sustain this precious life. The alertness in his eyes somehow made me think he may be all right. I left him alone for a few minutes. When I came back I noticed the left wing was now tucked under his body. He managed to pull his wing back in. It was a good sign. This tiny creature was restoring his energy. I kept him company for a while then went back to the kitchen. Next time I returned he was gone.
 
Birds, those beautiful winged creatures, ought to fly as they belong to the free sky. 
7 Comments
Bron Dahlstrom
14/11/2020 12:02:45 am

Thank you for this thoughtful piece, Etsuko. You show such empathy for the birds. I especially love your last line, 'Birds, those beautiful winged creatures, ought to fly as they belong to the free sky.'
Birds in cages seems so wrong. This was never brought brought home to me as clearly as it was when I visited the NT and saw a large flock of budgerigars take off. It was a wonderous sight.
Injured birds do sometimes need to be kept in cages by wildlife carers. These carers often feel quite attached to the birds they help to heal, but feel very excited when they are able to release them.

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ETSUKO YASUNAGA
16/11/2020 10:03:05 pm

Thanks for your interest in this piece, Bron. I witnessed injured birds from time to time, but similar incidents occurring two days in a row was significant enough for me to put into words. I'm pleased with this little piece as they both flew away and also birds gave me so much delight this year.

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Pip
19/11/2020 12:08:28 pm

A beautiful ‘tale’. Thank you for sharing. I too had two bird stories this week. Our lives continue to be entwined. The Tie that Binds x

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ETSUKO YASUNAGA
22/11/2020 02:21:19 pm

Hope your bird stories ended on a happy note, Pip. It's so wonderful to have your gentle presence in my life, and the timing of our connection is impeccable. I often look at and hold the bird paperweight with such fondness. Thank you for your beautiful words.

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Verena
21/11/2020 11:23:42 am

I love your experiences and the outcome of the meeting with the birds.
Like Bron I love them in the sky, not in cages.
Verena

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ETSUKO YASUNAGA
22/11/2020 03:01:24 pm

Birds continue to amaze me, especially how they evolved the ability to fly - something us humans can't. They are free to come and go. They are free to soar in the sky. Thank you for taking time to read my piece.

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adamswildlifecontrol link
10/10/2022 10:22:50 pm

Transferring and transporting an injured bird to Bird Rescue usually depends on the efforts of volunteers and the transferring organizations. The journey sometimes takes a great deal of effort and is often time sensitive.

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