How it Started
When I was 12, I found a blank ledger book. It was a treasure beyond treasure to me. I debated and debated about what to do with it - it had to be something special. Finally I decided to make a list of things I wanted to do and places I wanted to see in my life and then cross them off when I had accomplished them. At first they were simple things, but soon I was adding dramatic things, impossible things, but things still worth dreaming about. Oddly enough, putting them on the list somehow made them attainable. I have kept the book and updated the list my entire life. Here is the story behind some of the entries - successes and failures, embarrassing and proud moments, laughter and tears - the ridiculous to the sublime!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Rescue an Abandoned Animal - DID IT
Bob, the Duck - Ducks lay their eggs over a period of many days, yet the majority of the eggs hatch within a few hours of each other. When the mom decides she has enough, she swims off with the hatchlings. Any remaining eggs are abandoned. One first-time mother gave up a bit early and several more babies hatched after she left. We collected three, jumped in the row boat, chased her down, and released the babies who quickly joined their siblings (ducks are not good at math, so she didn't realize she now had 13 babies!) When we got home we found one more on our doorstep. It was dark by then and we couldn't locate the mother, so "Bob" joined our household. He lived in the bathtub for awhile, and firmly imprinted on my son as his mom. He dutifully followed Morgan everywhere. He even came when he was called. When we finally moved Bob to his outdoor home, he would try to sneak back into the house if the door was open. We would hear a stealthy "slap...slap...slap" of his little duck feet as he crept across the floor. I would say, "Bob - OUT". Then we heard, slapslapslapslapslap as he dashed out again. When he lost is baby feathers, we realized we should have named her Barb! Eventually the lure of life in the wild won out and Bob/Barb left home.
Digi, the cat - My son was driving a delivery truck for summer work and thought he saw a swirl of dried leaves in the middle of the busy intersection ahead. As he got closer, he realized it was a tiny orange and white kitten, terrified and running in a frantic circle. He stopped, jumped out, grabbed the grubby, bedraggled little guy, wrapped him in a paper towel, and shoved him inside his shirt. He dashed home (against company rules), raced in the house, shoved the wad of paper towels at his brother and said, "Take care of this, OK?" And raced out again. We unwrapped a 5-week old kitten so filthy, flea-bitten, weak and scrawny, he didn't look like he would have survived another night out alone. We had no choice but to dunk him in the sink for a bath. He grew up to be a very fat happy cat and is now about 6 years old. The only reminder of his shaky beginning is that he still likes to suck on your thumb - but only if he really likes you!