El Tordito

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

and never stops at all.

-Emily Dickenson

Sacramento, California, January 2010

A little solitary thrush remained paralyzed and near death this afternoon on the neighbor's porch. They brought him over to me because he seemed so weak and with an injured wing. We wrapped him in a dryer warmed towel and put him in a cardboard box. Then we put him on a high and dark shelf in my armoire to rest while I silently prayed for him. Later he looked so much better and even cocked his head at me and tried to fly from my hand. We took him to the volunteer organizaion, WCA (Wildlife Care Association) that rescues injured, abandoned and endangered animals. Don't stop singing little thrush.

Un tordito loco se quedaba paralizado y cerca la muerte esta tarde en el patio de los vecinos. Me lo encargaron porque parecia muy debil y con el ala herida. Lo envolvimos en una toallita que calente en la secadora y lo pusimos en una caja de carton. Despues lo colocamos en un estante alto y oscuro de mi armario para que se descansara mientras silenciosamente reze por el. Mas tarde tenia un aspecto muchisimo mejor, hasta me miro animadamente con estos ojos grandes y intento volar de mi mano. Lo llevamos al centro WCA (Wildlife Care Association,) un grupo voluntario de rescate para animales que se encuentran heridos, abandonados, o en peligro. No para tu canto tordillito.

La Esperanza es una cosa con plumas,

Que se posa en el alma,

Y canta la melodia sin las palabras,

y no para nunca.

-Emily Dickison y yo :-)