God keeps man busy so that he doesn't have time to observe nature.
Nature defined for this blog -- as in the illustrious, and well known, black ducks.
As I was cleaning the shutters this morning, I noted that the crows were messin' with something in the cul-de-sac.
I decided to check it out since obviously whatever it was wasn't dead, for as the crows poked at it with their beaks, it flapped around and scooted away or tried to get away -- it was live.
I thought at first it was a small bird -- and I was worried about the baby wrens who have made their first home in the Boston fern hanging outside the French doors that lead to the deck.
No. No. No. You stupid, black ducks are not gonna eat those babies that David, Keats, and Tallulah (with different agendas) have watched momma feed and daddy stand a little ways off and chirp security. No. No. Not OUR WRENS.
I went out to the cul-de-sac in Rescue 911 mode -- like an overweight wren grandmother about to go psycho.
When I got close to it, I saw it was a baby bat with a broken wing.
*makes sad face*
I came back in the house to call my nephew, the Eagle scout, since they are trained for stuff like this, and before I could get him on the phone, the stupid crows were back -- and flew off with the baby bat.
*cries*
I called David to tell him.
Me: The stupid black ducks just took a baby bat with a broken wing from the cul-de-sac.
David: You saw that?
Me: What? You think I'm watching this on Animal Planet?
David: How do you know it was a baby bat?
Me: I went out there. I was gonna rescue it from the crows.
David: Don't touch it.
Me: Why?
David: It may have rabies.
Me: I wanted to rescue it -- take it to Dr. Jim.
David: Don't do it. That's what they do.
Me: Who?
David: Crows. They rob nests. That's just what they do.
Me: Well, I could have intervened.
David: Then what would you do?
Me: I dunno. Nurse it back to help like a Hallmark movie?
David: That's just what they do.
Me: I hate nature.
David: Go clean the shutters.
Eh.
What kind of answer is -- "that's just what they do?"
I like David. He tells it like it is. Nature can be beautiful, but it can also be ugly and mean. Just ask my cat. She kills mice and lizards, not because she's hungry, but because that's what cats are born to do. Ask my horse. She beats up other horses to keep her place in the herd hierarchy and to get the best grass for herself. It may seem ugly, but they are doing what they were born to do.
ReplyDeleteWhat's the photo? Did you pick up the baby bat? I'm so confused. At least I now know why I am overweight: I was born to eat!
ReplyDeleteEdie --- that's just a photo of a baby bat -- not the one from the cul-de-sac. Look at the fingernail polish on that hand. Does that look like me.
ReplyDeleteJennifer -- I called Dr. Jim. He told me I should have stomped the bat in the head to save it from the crows.
I was like, "JIM!"
He was like -- "that's the most humane thing you could do for that bat."
Egads.
That answer is on the same line as:
ReplyDelete"Because I said so, that's why!"
Hmm...well, Dr. Jim is a little more hardcore than I would be about the bat. I may get the the whole animal nature thing, but I'm not about to stomp a bat to death. I keep my horse on a working cattle ranch. In the spring, I have to ignore the cute little calves because I know they will go to the big meat market in the sky eventually. Too much nature for me.
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