I was walking around campus when I hear a bird screeching horribly. I looked around and saw that two black birds were attacking this little red thing with all of their might, and slamming it against the floor. At first I thought it was a leaf they were playing with since they were ganging up on it like nothing.
I’m a huge animal lover, so I had to stop and scare the black birds away from him (and it took a bit to do so) who were on top of this little red bird. I was careful to approach him. He was so scared. I know birds carry diseases and all of that. I didn’t care. This bird was in shock and in pain with his little skull exposed. I was careful. He let me carry him and I took him to david who had just gotten out of class so he would see him. Google confirmed that this beautiful being was a Cardinal.
I didn’t know what to do or who to call. So, I called my mom. Then my vet, and took him to her. They are gonna take care of him and see if they can save him and then set him free. I would keep him, of course, but it is illegal to keep Cardinals and he’s used to being free, so that wasn’t an option.
Later that day I called the vet and her staff told me that, unfortunately, he had passed away. David, I, my mother, grandmother, and the friends we told this story to were really sad. I kinda wanted to cry. They couldn’t believe Roger– as we named him– had let me carry him. Neither could I, really. I am glad I met this little buddy even if it was for a little bit.
I’m sharing this story because even if we have a super busy schedule, we should still stop and help others. Even if that other is a little red bird. Like everyone, I do have papers due and I was late to work but I still took this little guy in to get the help he needed. People walked by him and didn’t stop. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened to him. So friends, look around, be attentive, and lend a helping hand. There’s no excuse.
I don’t really like Valentine’s Day. I don’t have anything against it; it’s just not my thing or David’s, so we just don’t celebrate it. Yesterday consisted of being outside his garage, talking in the moonlight, with frequent visits of his neighbor’s dog, drinking sprite, taking pictures, a lot of hugging and when-we-get-married talk. I loved it. I love him. Possibly my favorite Valentine’s Day so far. How was yours?
This year has been pretty good so far. Can’t wait to see what else it has in store.
2015 was good to me too. I lost people, I met people. I probably cried more times than I laughed, if I must be honest. But I treasure it. It taught me a lot of things, especially to not stress over the little things and that everything happens for a reason. Two very important things to remember in this life.
Anyway, friends. I hope you have a very good Monday night. Cherish every moment you can!!
Not very long ago I go into gardening. It is hobby many of my close family members enjoy. The first herb I planted back in October was cilantro. It is now huge and beautiful. I now have that, a beautiful tomato plant, two red bell pepper plants, and a white onion. :)
My boyfriend got interested in plants too so I helped him plant some cilantro seeds. We planted them in Novemeber but they sadly never bloomed.
Last week he decided to dump the dirty from the pot I lent him, since he was convinced his cilantro never grew.
BUT, when he was about to reach the pot, he saw that two cilantro plants had risen from the ground!!
I’m so proud of you boyfriend! Happy to see you happy. :)
Oh nature, you are amazing. Maybe a little lazy, haha. But amazing nonetheless!
A lot of people don’t like tattoos. My parents are included among those people. They don’t have anything against people who have them; they don’t look at them differently; they just don’t like tattoos. And that’s fine. I, on the other hand, went to school with people who were fond of them. Thus, I grew an appreciation toward them, regardless of all the negative things circulating the world of tattoos. I’m not gonna explain what tattoos mean to me. Everyone has their own definition and it is theirs to keep. Same thing with the meaning behind tattoos. Some people don’t even have meanings for their tattoos; just reasons. I am not advocating or pushing for anyone to get them either. It is your body. What I am gonna say is: if you are thinking about getting one, please do be cautious and think about it long and hard. Don’t be impulsive. Research.
I got two:
I usually don’t put watermarks in my pictures, but people tend to steal tattoo photos quite often, so.
It hurt a little. Not much. I am so happy with the results.