Saturday, September 11, 2010
keith is a gentle man. his love for and treatment of animals was one of the many things that attracted me to him 14 years ago. he was more than willing to become vegetarian when we moved in together (and for the same reasons i was). he doesn't hunt moose.
keith especially loves birds and working in the shipping deptartment down at the paper mill - with the big loading sheds - is often rescuing birds who have flown in and can't find their way out. last week he told me about finding a kingfisher dead in the shed. he normally would bury it, but knowing how much it loved the water, he wrapped it in paper towel and tipped it into the water - a burial at sea.
last evening a little bird flew at our window and knocked itself out. keith found it and held it and stroked it until one eye opened, then the other. it's rapid heartbeat calmed. and then eventually it flew off - joined by another bird that had been waiting for it. that little bird chose the right window to fly into!