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Green Song

10/19/2020

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**Bang**! A loud bang on the kitchen window pushed my heart into my throat. I knew immediately what it was. I ran outside in my pajamas and around to the side of the house. Searching frantically, I found him in the grass, a little green bird. I lifted him gently, one hand carefully over the other, trapping him so he wouldn't fall if he started struggling, but he didn't move. I knew most bird strikes caused death but I've always wondered if the deaths were from a predator getting them while they were standing or from the crash.

I carried him back around the corner, mincing my way through the fallen leaves with my bare feet. After sitting on the stairs, I carefully open my hands to see how he was doing. His eyes were open as was his beak. He was panting hard. I gently touched him on the head and he blinked. I was relieved. I found myself transfixed as we stared into each other’s eyes. His breathing slowly relaxed and he began to balance upright in my hand. I was delighted to find a bottle of water still sitting on the deck from the previous day’s gardening effort. I poured a bit of water into the cap of the bottle and offered it to my little green friend. He ignored it first but then I dipped his beak slightly into the water and he drank! He looked from the water to me and back again. Pausing each time to give me a long slow blink.
We sat that way for almost 30 minutes and then he blinked quickly a few times, and flu away. And, AHA! From out of nowhere one of our cats gave chase. My little green friend made a clean escape.

One week later, I'm out picking up pecans and I see a streak of green flash by. It’s a little green bird. He lands on a branch nearby. He's looking right at me! He slowly blinks two prolonged blinks, chirps a beautiful tri-tone song for a moment, blinks slowly one more time and flies away.

I suppose there must be a moral to the story. If there is then it must be that there are predators in the world that will try to kill the songs in your life, but all it takes is a little kindness and the music is flying again.

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Desert Brat (Bard)

10/17/2020

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In 2002 I was offered a 'dangerous' animal, a thoroughbred horse.  He was 4 and he was out of control.  He was the great-grandson of Northern Dancer and Ill admit, I was enamored with his charisma and great conformation.  

I brought him home and let him play in the paddock with the other horses for almost 6 months.  The first thing I did, was stop calling him 'brat'.  We changed his barn name to 'Bard'.  I felt he had a lot more of his story to tell us.  Then together we worked on getting him to understand the human was a friend that would help him learn to dance.  He and started from the beginning focusing on the basics, walk, whoa, turn, and 'good boy'.  He had been given up because he had this irrepressible urge to flip over on his rider when things weren't going his way. He was a fantastic horse to ride, as long as everything was his idea, or he though it was.  The first time I pushed him and asked him a serious question, over we went.  I was ready, or so I thought. 

I wasn't hurt, but I was plenty irked.  So, back up I go, onto the back of this 17 hand horse.  Again, we tried a 20 meter circle circling into a 20 meter, and we were fine to the right, but then I switched to the left.  I immediately felt his shoulders bunching under me.  Over we went.  This time, I didn't have my stirrup to interfere.  I stepped off as he hit the ground, I made sure to pull a bit with me as he was going down.  He hit his head hard.  As he was rising, I jumped back into he saddle.  Again, tried to trot the circle, over we went.  Same thing, I stepped off, and rode him back to standing.  He flipped with me 3 times, but then, leaned into the bridle and trotted forward into a 10 meter circle on the left hand and never - ever flipped with anyone again.
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