
Sadje’s Prompt: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/
Sweet little bird sitting by my side
Out in the great wide open, nowhere near to hide
Sings a simple song, ’bout Mother Nature’s plan
Singing sweet and loudly, just because he can
No one near will hurt him, he’s safe from any harm
Looking for a place to go, I’m holding out my arm
He flits from tree to tree, and spies me from afar
He is a little super hero, he is a super star
He lands with great precision, right there on to me
Another gift from nature, a gift for me to see.
©2025 CBialczak

most tender and beautiful
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Thank you for reading Selma
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Wonderful lines, Christine! Nature is indeed a gift to us. 🙂
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If only this could win over money and greed we’d be okay.
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Oh, I wish that so much, too. But I honestly don’t think the human race is capable.
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What an amazing moment!
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Pretty poem, Christine!
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nothing fancy, thank you
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Wonderful story poem Christine! It reminded me of when we were in the Caribbean and I fed the hummingbird!
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I would love to have a pet hummingbird, they are so beautiful.
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It wasn’t a pet but wild birds that had learned to come to the little hand-held feeder! I was mesmerized by the sound of their wings and the breeze they created!!
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Wild…pet…I want them all in my yard!
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Hehe! You are talking to a Vet Tech – I’ve had so many odd pets and I’d have so many more but Sparky is allergic to all my favorite animals (cats, rats, bats, and of course mice)!
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A vet tech! Good for you! I love all the little critters but you won’t catch me touching anything bloody or infected or anything poop related! Hahaha, my best friend up north is a wildlife rehabilitator and we’ve done a few procedures like using Bondo to repair a turtle’s shell after being hit by a car and splinting a tiny bird’s leg when it was broken. I loved living next door to her because she would call me over whenever she had new animals. Last year she nursed a raven back to health and he was able to be let go. He came back this year with a mate and a baby!
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Christine I’ve worked in small animal practices with mostly cats and dog, in a practice that did zoo work and exotics, and in research with almost all the other animals! There are several rehabilitators in the area – we used to provide mice and rats to the raptor rehab and they had a really good success rate with hawks and owls… I helped do orthopedic surgery on a hamster, tended wounds on a lemur, cleaned the teeth of a cougar and drawn blood from a opossum! I really do miss the animals but I don’t miss the nasty parts….
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My friend the rehabber called me last night with a funny story. Apparently, animal control in the town called her saying that some kids found a chick in a ball field. They said they thought it was a turkey. Mary felt that it was too small to be a turkey. She contacted a friend of hers who is a bird expert and he said he really couldn’t tell but it had the correct markings to say it was a turkey. Well, long story short after more investigation she learned that the playing field is next to a shooting club of some sort or at least the growers of birds to give to the clubs. It was some exotic pheasant. Mary told her husband that they now have a new pet because she said there was no way she was going to give it back to them just so they could shoot it and eat it! hahahaha!
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That’s the way it happens! We visited a woman who specialized in water fowl, she was given some chicks that she was told were ducks – one look and she knew they weren’t. Turned out to be some sort of show chickens – Polish? Lots of feathers that grew in every direction… So she ended up with 3 chickens as pets. I’m glad she is keeping the pheasant!
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Yeah, she keeps anything that cannot live on its own. I don’t even ask her how much she spends on chicken part-scraps for some of her larger scavenger type birds like owls and ravens.
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For the dedicated rehabilitationist it becomes essential that they develop a relationship with a supplier of scraps – either a butcher or a hunter…
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Funny you say so because Mary used to collect the squirrels that got run over if they were “fresh”. 🤢
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Yep! Roadkill is on many raptors’ menu!!
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Beautiful poem Christine. Love this poem. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks Sadje. It wasn’t complex but…
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You’re most welcome
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