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Just before 8 o'clock this morning, I was leaving the bank drive-through when I came around a turn to see three large crows pecking at something on the ground.
At first I thought it was some food or trash feast they had found, but after a closer glance, I stopped my car. It was not a piece of trash, it was a smaller crow (which I am now calling "Beacon") and he was still alive. Beacon was moving his head around, trying to get off his back and letting out a desperate caw.
I was horrified by this sight.
I must preface that the only reason I took a photo of Beacon while he was lying on his back was because the wildlife rehabilitator had advised me to do so. It was important to her that she confirm it was indeed a crow I had found. Apparently, crows do not usually attack one another – in fact, it's unusual, she said. On my own account, I believe that the three larger crows came upon a smaller injured crow and the commonality of the species was no longer a factor. Again, that's my opinion from what I witnessed.
I noticed right away that Beacon's wing had been broken and he was pinned to the ground by the three other crows. Sadly, it appeared he would be eaten alive. Inside his bad wing joint I saw blood and some exposed bone from the pecking.
I parked my car and scared away the crows, and then contacted a wildlife rehabilitation number to see if they took in birds of all kinds, which thankfully they did. The reason I asked is because I didn't want to hear that no one would take the bird because he didn't fit the traditional wildlife categories I found on the website.
I stayed with Beacon for more than 30 minutes while I secured a place that would take him. My fiancé, Niko, arrived shortly after with a box for Beacon's transport. I used a small blanket to cover him before moving him in to the box and making sure he was not on his back anymore.
Niko drove Beacon to the rescue and since arriving to work this morning, I have learned that he's going to make it. They are certain his wounds and the wing will heal.
Why am I sharing this? Because all animals deserve to be helped and deserve to live until it's their time to pass on.
I named him Beacon because after a run-in with a road-rager on my to the bank – this little guy appeared to me as a "beacon of hope and life." It baffled me that some people wake up and have that much angst over a four-way stop not "going their way" – or whatever triggered this person (with a young child in the car) to flip me off with an exceptionally "mean" look on her face.
I couldn't just drive by and forget about his pain and suffering while the other crows attacked him.
And the more I look at this photo, the more meaning I see in his extended broken wing...
Again, Beacon shouldn't be viewed as "just a crow" – it's an animal with a life and all animal lives should matter, no matter what.
For whatever reason, I was meant to drive by and witness this, and yes, this out of the ordinary of what I normally write about here, but I am a lover of all animals and that includes Beacon.
Until my next post, be beautiful and genuine ― in other words, be you.
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