The kiddo had just gone to sleep and the sun was setting. A perfect time to go out and get some fresh air in the twilight of another beautiful day.
In the corner of my eye, under one of our trees I spotted a large, black struggling mass. I know every corner of this yard so I knew something was out of place.
It was a crow. Mortally wounded although I could not tell what its injuries were.
Now just a little but about me – I do not do well with animals in pain. I have never hunted. I say a little prayer before I handle a black widow getting a little too cozy with my sons sandbox toys. I rescue baby birds and drive them miles to animal rescues. I airlift bees out of the water plant ponds at my local nursery. So to see this crow…….
Crows are smart animals so this one had to know it was in the last moments of its life. It looked at me then looked down at its body as if to say This is it. I’m sorry you have to see me this way.
I wasn’t sure what to do so I called animal control to perhaps come by and end the suffering. They said they would come by but could not give me a time – it could be a while. So went back and sat with the crow. It was getting dark out.
I told it that I was sorry it was hurt. That it was safe and that it could pass in peace. That it was beautiful.
After about 20 minutes it closed its eyes and relaxed. It was gone. I called animal control again and told them not to come. I would take it from here.
Tomorrow I will dig a hole in a corner of our yard and lay the crow to rest. Then plant flowers where it’s buried.
As an artist I am constantly looking for inspiration. I often find it in my relationships, in nature and in history.
Tonight I feel like I found it in myself.
The inspiration of love.