June 21, 2007
  I could walk outside a  million times and never see a wounded robin, Annie the Bedlam Farm Goddess finds them all the time. Her latest charge is Jack, a robin she found sick in her backyard, brought into a cage, and carted around for a week or so in a bird cage, protecting him from her voracious cats, feeding him her various potions and remedies, until he was well. It was odd, at first, but not all that unusual, to hear this peeping whenever Annie showed up (she has a blog on this site.) Rose was beside herself, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do around this bird. As I explained to her, nothing.
  Yesterday, Jack reappeared at her back door, and this time with a broken wing. He is a wise bird.  Annie was upset. I returned from a visit to my doctor concerning the future of my diabetes, and Annie rushed past me to Maria, and said “Jack the robin is injured. He has a broken wing.” Somehow, she neglected to ask me how my visit to the doctor was. Annie has her priorities right.
  She was flustered, for once. Nothing unravels her more than wounded and suffering animal. There aren’t a lot of places to take a wounded bird these days.
  We knew one – the Granville Small Animal Hospital. Some birds have to go to approved bird specialists, but a vet can treat the broken wing of a songbird and so Jeff Meyer took Jack in, and sedated him, and is waiting until later in the day to see if he can put a splint on the break. If he can, Jack will spend the night and go home to Annie, where he will have days and weeks of well-supervised and loving recovery before he is either released to the wild or kept in confinement. “He always has a home with me,” Annie said. I know. Stay tuned for Jack the Robin updates.