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  1. Gezza

     /  October 27, 2018

    I’m very sorry to advise that despite his dad Bluey’s tireless efforts to get it to walk and his snuggling down with it on the beach as darkness fell last night the poor little disabled baby pooklet hasn’t made it through the night and is lying lifeless on the sand.

    I went down to the Eel Spot which is as close as I could get to check more closely with binoculars as soon as there was enough light to see anything. Bluey called forlornly from somewhere nearby in the bush above, and I offered my commiserations and retreated.

    I may try and get over there when the pooks are elsewhere today to give it cuddle, shed a tear, say goodbye and give it a gentle burial at sea in a mass of flowers from my neighbour’s garden. They won’t mind, I’m sure. :(.

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    • Gezza

       /  October 27, 2018

      I have named it Angel.

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      • Gezza

         /  October 27, 2018

        She is beautiful. One, or maybe two, days old. She looks exactly like Jojo & I am certain she is a little girl. She is perfect in every way except that her left leg is fixed bent at the “knee” & she would not have been able to stand or walk. Her eyes are closed, not open, as my murdered little blue & black mokos’ were. I feel she went to sleep and passed away quietly.She is soft and floppy still and a little wet so I have dried her and I am going to take a photo for reasons I cant explain but just want to have.

        Sweety appeared at my door around 7 this morning and her beak and plate were muddy, which is unusual as they are washed clean swimming across the screen. When I took her around to a safe place and fed her, & checked for the bubba I could see that Angel had been moved & was lying partly in the water. Sweety had tried to revive her.

        Sweety was just here again and I distracted her with some wheat and closed the gate so I could go down and wade over to collect Angel. She finished her wheat and nevertheless came down the bank, watched me,and I said I was sorry she had lost her baby & she understood & made soft approving noises as I brought her little moko home.

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        • Gezza

           /  October 27, 2018

          screen = stream. sorry eyes are teary.

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          • Kitty Catkin

             /  October 27, 2018

            Oh, I am sorry. although I was expecting this, I read that they’re up and about in a day. But one still hopes that this time it will be different. Poor little Angel, but she’ll have the others to look after her in Bird Heaven. Drop some flowers on her little grave for me.

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            • Gezza

               /  October 27, 2018

              I have her there for you to see below. I am not ready to let her go yet.

      • Gezza

         /  October 27, 2018

        Angel.

        The pooks won’t grieve as I do. They will soon enuf have another baby.

        Angel couldn’t walk, but in my mind, now she can fly. ❤

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        • Gezza

           /  October 27, 2018

          It’s begun raining steadily, the stream is rising and Ella and Eli have just swum upstream. It is perfect conditions for me to set my baby free but I just can’t do it yet. She is soft & fluffy and so sweet and delicate and so achingly, poignantly beautiful I just can’t bring myself to let her stream have her just yet. 😦

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          • Gezza

             /  October 27, 2018

            2.45pm

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            • Kitty Catkin

               /  October 27, 2018

              She is well named, she is an angelic little bird. What a dear, lovely face, she would have been a sweet little bird. I am weeping just looking at the photo.

              It must be terribly hard to let such a little angel go.

            • Gezza

               /  October 27, 2018

              She doesn’t feel in the least bit cold, Kitty. She is like a tiny floppy doll her feathers are so soft and in the overcast light I haven’t yet managed to get a photo which properly captures the delicate fineness of the beautiful spray of teeny white individual hairs that radiate out from the sides of her beak past her ears towards the back of her little head and down her bib. This is how Jojo looked.

            • Gezza

               /  October 27, 2018

              It is still raining. 4.30 pm. Sweety Pook has been for her evening visit and gone. She was nowhere in sight. The stream is up, and flowing strong. The wai is not muddy yet. She still feels warm to my hand. Now is the time. I have taken her down, waded out into the stream, given her a little kiss, said goodbye, placed her gently on the water, and tearingly watched her float away downstream, gently massaged by its wavelets and ripples, looking beautifully at peace and content to be where she belongs. Ma cannot understand why I was crying on the phone when she just rang. But that’s me.

            • Gezza

               /  October 27, 2018

              I just went back outside in the rain with my coffee and sought solace from looking at the water. In amongst the leaves and little sticks now flowing by, for some weird, but wonderful reason, because its never happened before, dozens of rose petals are floating past. It somehow feels so right.

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