Mid-morning, grey sky and silence:
I was not meant to come here,
Still I came, for I needed to have a walk
In my beloved and quiet Parisian Park.
Chatting on the phone, I couldn't
Ignore the cry of this little bird
Attacked by three ravens:
I screamed "NO!" and rushed over
To this scared, innocent Creature
To rescue Her from the Black Bloc
The Ravens fled, One of them
Getting His hungry Claws
Into the poor Baby Blackbird:
He spreaded his Wings, but
I pursued Him, and quickly
The Raven unclasped and let
The scared Blackbird fall on the grass,
Hoping to come back and kill Her;
But I stood on the spot and saved Her.
Poor little living thing, heavily breathing
As if your little Heart was about to explode,
How could I let You alone and helpless?
Surely I couldn't, so I did my best for You
To protect and to calm You, speaking gently
In my native, singing language that Birds like
And then cuddling and taking You in my Hands,
To a safer and familiar spot for You to stay,
Away from your Hideous Tormentors and
Near to your Blackbirds' family.
I let You fly there and I just stayed near
For some Time, to be sure that no Raven
Would come there to find You.
God bless and protect You, lovely Bird!
I will never forget You, and I do hope
You will remember Me, when we'll meet again.
Paris, 8th-9th July 2024.
(C) Vera da Pozzo
(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living
Below, some pictures of this lovely little Blackbird. I had to take her (or him, for I think it could be a little Blackbird boy, but I am not sure, so I will use the female pronouns) in my hands, because I thought my menthol paper tissues would not be good for her, but I didn't take this lovely creature in my hands for long.
I came back to my dearest Parisian park this morning at 11, like yesterday: the Blackbirds were silent and hidden somewhere. I guess they are still scared and they are more careful than before. I hope they will recognise me as a friend, even if it is normal that they prefer to stay away from Humans, because just few of them deserve their trust.
I wish Ravens would turn vegetarian, but I know it is impossible and I am aware that their nature is predatorial, thus I am happy to have managed to rescue this innocent and vulnerable baby Blackbird.
The little Blackbird looked fine, one hour after I rescued her - or him; but when the Raven left her - or him - on the dry lawn, I feared for her life.
The three Plunderers (one is visible on the picture below) were waiting for me to leave alone the little Prey, but, even if I had plenty of things to do yesterday, I would have never abandon Her.
Thank God, the little Blackbird opened her eyes, while I was talking to her in Italian (and also a bit in Sicilian) with gentle words full of tenderness and love. Two ladies who were sitting on the grass should have thought I was crazy, but I didn't mind: since my childhood, I am used to not be understood by most of people, because empathy towards an animal is not very common, unfortunately.
Below, detail of two pictures taken by one of the two ladies with my mobile phone, in order to have a memory of this rescue. Once the picture taken, I moved to a quiet spot near the lawn, a sort of little secret garden in the park, where many Blackbirds (and also Great Tits, Eurasian Blue Tits and Robins) have their nest and spend their time during the day.
I did not dare to remove the little feather near to the baby Blackbird's right eye because I feared to scare her and I thought it would have been better for her to remove it by herself, by scratching her head on a leaf or a branch or just by putting her head under the waterjet of the hosepipe.
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