Blackford Hill & A Crow Called Jon SnowWednesday, June 19, 2013
Saturday was one of those kind of typical sunny/grey/rainy days that you get during a Scottish Summer, so a bunch of us went for a meander out to Blackford, one of the hills in the city. It's one of the dogs' favourite spots - there is all sorts of stuff to do and small. It's a favourite of mine too because there is something for whatever mood you are in - meadows, woodland, a quarry, a river, a duck pond and an observatory on top! We had loads of fun playing fetch with the dogs, watching them play in the river, and in my case taking photos of absolutely everything
If you follow me on Twitter you will have already heard a little of this story. Close to the end of our walk we heard a commotion under a bridge so we went to explore, as we approached a bunch of crow (a murder of crows?) flew away and we spotted what looked like a dead bird half in the water. Originally we just planned to move it, mainly so the dogs didn't eat the poor thing, but when we got closer we realised it was still alive. After a quick discussion about whether we should just put the poor guy out of his misery we picked him up and had a look over him. He had a wound on his chest, and he was too young to fly, but other than that he seemed pretty alert so we decided to take him home with us.
I've got to admit, carrying him home was pretty scary. I think I stopped every couple of minutes to check he was still breathing, but eventually we made it back and managed to clean him up a bit. We even came up with a name for him, Jon Snow (because, obviously). He even took a little bit of water, and seemed perfectly happy to fall asleep in a shoe box on our kitchen table. I really wish we could have kept him, but with dogs and cats in our house it just didn't seem like a realistic idea, so we called the SSPCA and they came and picked him up. They weren't as positive about his chances, but they said they would take him and do what they could. Weirdly though, I haven't been able to get him out of my mind. It's silly how quickly you can become attached to an animal, and I really wish I knew if he was okay, but mainly I am just glad that he didn't die alone under that bridge.
Have you guys ever taken an animal home with you? I can remember getting in lots of trouble when I was little for trying to bring a rat I found in the street home. I don't think I named him though.