poor little birds ☼

you know when things happen in your life and you know the minute they happen that your life won't be the same again? i've just witnessed one of those things.

i was in the kitchen minding my own buisness getting myself some food when i noticed lots of birds in the garden. call me strange but i think birds are pretty interesting so i went to have a look through the window and nothing could have prepared me for what i saw. there was a huge evil magpie flying into my mums prized honeysuckle (okay, not prized but she loves that thing) and pulling baby birds out, while this was happening, the baby birds parents were attacking the magpie trying to get it away from their babies, but the magpie just carried on. i saw it bite one by the neck and throw it across my garden, then went for another and flew into next doors garden with it, pulling it around viciously by the neck, all the while, the parent birds were attacking the magpie.

i couldn't believe what i was seeing, i wanted so desperately to help and get the magpie away but i knew that the chances were that i would scare all of the birds and the baby would be left there defenceless or the black birds would think i was trying to harm the baby too and turn on me. i felt slightly helpless. i watched until the blackbirds had finally got the magpie away and chased it off through the trees. the first baby bird was lying motionless in my garden and the other one due to the vicious tugging and pulling the magpie did was sadly dead.

there was nothing i could do about the second bird, but the first one was begining to move slightly, i sent my dad out to check if it was okay, he said it was breathing and trying to move around but it was injured. we watched for a moment longer to see if the parent blackbirds would return from chasing the magpie to help heal their only remaining baby, but they didnt and it managed to hobble off under a bush to get its self out of sight of the magpie should it return.

i later went out when it became certain the parent blackbirds would not return, with a towel and a pair of gloves to pick the baby bird up and keep it warm. but i searched for ages and was unable to find the bird... you know what they say, one for sorrow.

it's left me uneasy and contemplating becoming a vegetarian. i really hope the baby birds parents find it and can nurse it back to good health. if i'd have found it my self, i would have done my best to do just that. like i said at the begining of this post, for some reason, i feel as though my life has changed in some way. i'm not usually a very caring person, but i just felt some kind of instinct to do what ever i could for this sick bird. its seems kind of symbolic in a way, i dont know what it symbolises, maybe the start of a life long hatred of magpies or uncovered a compationate side of me, i don't know, but what ever it is, somethings changed.

this song is about changes so i thought it appropriate :)


sorry for the irrelevance this has to my blog, i just felt i needed to get this down.

lots of love,
mynameisCAITLIN☼