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Birds, Bats and Baby Rats
For my entire lifetime, I have been the perpetual nurturer. Even as a
child, I was always taking in birds who were injured, or baby birds who had
fallen out of their nests. As an adult, I am fully cognizant of the fact that
these rescue missions usually don¶t have happy endings. Even knowing that,
I still will try to help any animal, who needs to be nursed back to health.
Back in the late seventies, when I had my glass studio, a desperate
pigeon showed up one day, on my front stoop. He had somehow been
injured, and was unable to fly. Although he couldn¶t speak, he stared into my
eyes, and clearly sent me the message, ³Please help me.´ I kept that pigeon
at my shop, for many years. On the days the shop was closed, I drove into
town from our farm, to feed him and change his water.
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When my sons were young, and we lived out on the farm, there were
numerous incidents of animals needing help. A groundhog, who had been
wounded by dogs, was my patient for about a week. I took him to work,
where I was teaching at a gifted center. He stayed in a box, in the workroom
between our two classrooms. I didn¶t mention to the students that I had him,
not wanting them to disturb him. One little student nearly fainted, when she
walked into the workroom and saw him. She was not expecting to encounter
a big, furry creature.
One summer night, inside our fairly primitive little farmhouse, a bat
found its way inside. I ducked from him, as he flew over my head in the
hallway. Before we knew what had happened, he had become plastered to
the sticky strip of fly tape, hanging in the bathroom. His thin, delicate wings
were spread out, firmly attached to the gummy surface of the tape.
What a nightmare! I have always had a bit of a phobia about bats. At
camp, when we were out in our johnboat at dusk, they used to divebomb our
heads. I could never have imagined, that I would have such an
up-close-and-personal, one-on-one encounter, with a bat.
I took the little, brown, entangled victim outside, and placed him on
our round, white patio table. Under the light from a hanging mechanic¶s
lamp, I worked on freeing him, until daylight came the next morning.
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Fortunately, alcohol dissolved and removed the glue from the fly tape. Very
carefully, and extremely cautiously, I pulled the tape off of the delicate wing
tissue, a tiny bit at a time. Then I took cotton balls, saturated with alcohol,
and wiped the wings off. Many hours later, the stickiness was completely
removed. The frightened little bat was as uncomfortable as I was, with this
bizarre situation. He never attempted to bite me, but he frequently turned his
head towards my direction, and hissed. It was as if he were voicing his
disapproval, of what I had done to him.
Since it was already daylight, by the time I had finished getting all of
the tape and glue off of his wings, I placed him in our root cellar. It was
pitch black, inside it, when the door was closed. When evening came, we
opened the door to the cellar. We watched, with great hope and anticipation,
then jubilation, as the little bat flew effortlessly, up to the sky, where he
belonged. That was indeed a rare, happy ending.
Out of all of the farm critters I encountered, the one I became most
attached to was a baby rat. One of the cats had caught it, brought it inside,
then placed it at my feet, as though she was presenting me with a gift. I had
seen plenty of baby mice before at camp, but this little one-inch baby was a
rat. No question about it. He had a much longer snout than a baby mouse.
I named him Oscar, because the name seemed to fit. He became my
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constant companion for a little more than a week. Oscar cuddled up in the
palm of my hand, and accompanied me everywhere I went. He was so small,
no one could tell that he was there. On Saturday, I was shopping with my
sister, and took Oscar with us. My sister had run into a drug store, while he
and I waited out in the car. All of a sudden, his breathing became noticeably
shallow. I was so saddened, when he inhaled such a huge, deep, final breath,
then exhaled a loud, long breath, that seemed impossible for such a tiny
creature.
I think some of my fellow teachers were beginning to question my
sanity at that point. Several voiced their confusion and disapproval, about
my wanting to save a baby rat. Too bad Oscar didn¶t have a fluff tail, like a
squirrel. Then, they would have thought he was cute, and worthy of living.