Bam! My husband heard that dreaded sound a bird makes when flying head first into a window. I saw it flapping around in the front yard, obviously unable to fly. I finally found it cawing loudly under a bush, and was so happy to make a retrieval before one of the outside cats came upon the scene.
The grackle quickly went into shock, and I knew our local wildlife center had closed for the evening. I set her up in the Wagner family sanctuary, also known as our storage room, which has seen its share of other critters in need of temporary housing. I began energy therapy with her. How did I know it was a she? I didn’t, but around my house, no animal stays an “it” for long. They all receive a moniker, so we borrowed my niece’s nickname, Birdie Lynn.
As life would have it, we had to leave for Cleveland at 5:00 am the next morning, hours before the wildlife center opened. A good friend offered to pick up Birdie and take her there if she survived the night — an unlikely outcome based on her condition when I went to bed.
Birdie looked even worse the next morning – she was barely alive. I chose to do more energy medicine to help her transition, and let her pass in peace. I made her as comfortable as I could and headed for Cleveland. I knew I could continue the energy work from a distance.