Oh, what a week I've had! I don't usually like to blog on Fridays, but there hasn't been time until now to tell you what's been going on.
Monday a woman brought a wounded crow with her to her therapy session next to my work, and when she went in, she left it in a box on the porch. Our reader for the day, Christina Florence, saw the bird and asked if we knew it was there. She and my coworker Mark went out to look at it, and when I went outside, he said it had died. I love crows and ravens, and have never seen one up close, so I had to go look anyway. It wasn't dead, it was alive!
Mark carried the box into the shop, we gave it water that had a pastille of Rescue Remedy in it, and he moved her to a larger box, too. He discovered that it had an injury to its chest and was breathing with difficulty. The woman, who, come to find out, is a customer of ours named Stephanie, walked in, saying she knew the missing bird meant we had taken her in, and she was on her way to deliver it to the Wildlife Rescue center on Candelaria. As the bird was being carried to the door, Mark asked if I wanted to "do my magic", which I'd been jonesin' to do, and put the box on the counter.
*we were so invested in the experience that none of us thought to take a picture.
The bird was calm through all of this, and I wasn't worried as I put my left hand on her chest and the other on her back. Very quickly she began leaning into my hand, and after a few minutes, she turned her head, tucked it up against my hand and her "shoulder" (for lack of a better description)...and FELL ASLEEP! In my hands! I asked the others how to tell if a bird is asleep, because I wanted to be sure that what I thought was happening really was happening, and they verified that she was sleeping. I was floored. And the moment she fell asleep, the heat in my right hand, which I usually don't feel, intensified exponentially: healing always seems to do its best work when the recipient is sleeping. :)
My guy and I drove down to the center Wednesday morning to check up on the bird, but sadly she had died the night before. I was, and still am, crushed. But, as everyone keeps telling me, I gave her some moments of peace in the midst of all her pain, so there's that to hold on to.
Then....Wednesday night it was discovered that what all the neighbors thought was someone's squeaky swamp cooler belt was actually a trapped woodchuck! It was stuck in a 4" wide space between our neighbor's shed and our cinder-block wall. It had been there for about a week, sad to say. I'd gone outside Monday morning and the noise started again, and I discovered it was his shed, not a cooler, but thought it was a ventilation fan or something, and didn't see him to tell him til Wednesday night. After the discovery of the animal, one of our dogs must have knocked a loose brick off the wall and it trapped it even more. My guy and another neighbor used long clamps to lift the brick, but they couldn't move the other items and we had to leave it there, unsure if it would make it through another night.
When we came inside, I sent it light for over half and hour (and boy, it sucked that energy in!), hoping that it would help. In the morning it was chirping away as we tried to move the rest of the items, but it needed to be done from the neighbor's yard. When he returned home, he and his wife pulled out some of the things, then he physically lifted a large topstone brick that was stuck about 4' down. He used one hand. Mechanic's strength. ;) Finally all obstacles were removed, but the critter still wouldn't move, but it kept looking at us and chirping away.
My guy, the incredibly inventive man that he is, made a catch-pole like Animal Control uses and the neighbor managed, after 4 tries and one OOPS when it feel back down, to pull the critter up and dropped it into a humane cage that he had.
We drove it down to the exact same rescue center (that neither of us had known existed til Monday) and they said no one had ever brought one in before! The workers all came into the reception area to see what was making that noise - many thought it was a bird - and one wanted to take pictures. They weren't sure if they took in woodchucks and attempted to call others to find out, and if not, to where it should be taken. We had to leave it there without any answers, but I can call in a couple days to find out where it is and how it is doing. Hopefully it will be relocated to somewhere lovely!
And that, my dears, has been my week! Animal Planet live and energy healer to the wildlife. #relishlife
©Pip Miller - July 2017
PS: every time I play that video, Dog 1 runs out the back door, straight for that corner of the yard. ;)