I came upon a group of cars in the middle of a four lane road. At first I couldn’t
understand why they were stopped. As I looked ahead I saw a flock of geese crossing
the street. And let me tell ya - they were taking their own sweet time. One goose
even stopped in the middle of the road and with an intimidating look stared steadily
at the cars in front of it. The flock ruled the road and were not going to be moved
until they were ready. It was very funny to see. They all had a lot of character
and all in all it took about four minutes for the nine of them to cross. Which when
you think about it four minutes is a long time.
A flock of birds was spending time searching for food and playing on a main road.
All of a sudden, a truck sped through the street. One of the brids was hit. Another
bird flew over to her immediately. He stayed beside her and brought her food.
The photographer said he couldn't shoot any longer. The photographer was so worried
that the living bird was going to get hurt by passing cars. So he picked up the
dead bird and left it at the roadside. The live one still lingered at a nearby tree
and refused to leave.
Here a male bird is with the injured female.
The male bird brings her food.
The male brought her food again but found her dead. He tried to move her. A rarely-seen
effort for swallows.
Finally aware that she was gone, he stood beside her body..
People saw these pictures in in America, Europe and Asia. It is said that the photographer
sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the most famous newspaper in France. All
copies of that newspaper were sold out on the day these pictures were published.
I seem to always have strange stories about run-ins with animals. So here is such
an event.
I left work around 8:30 p.m. and as I was driving home I got a phone call from my
mom. After talking to her for a while we both decide to meet at IHOP for a late
dinner. We get to the restaurant around 9 or so and talk for a few hours. Around
12:00 we both notice the time and both have to be at work the next day.
We both turn out of the IHOP on to SantaFe. and start heading toward 89th street.
I am following her in my car then all of a sudden I see her brake lights come on
and swerve in the road. I come up closer to where she had been I see standing in
the middle of the road a Donkey. I ask myself “What the mess is a donkey doing in
the middle of the street?” I see a house with two horses in the front yard. So I
think to myself that the Donkey must be theirs.
I do a U-turn and park on the side of the street. I knock on the front door and
a man answers. I ask him if he owns the huge animal in the middle of the road. He
tells me that it’s not his but his neighbors across the street.
Not sure what to do we both decide that he will get in his truck and try to get
the donkey into his front yard that has a gate around it, and I will go and get
his neighbor who owns the donkey. I run over to his neighbor’s house and notice
that there is a dog sitting very still in front yard. The dog is changed up but
I am not sure how long that chain is. So I yell and try to get the attention of
the people inside the house.
After a lot of loud noise I give up and go help the man in the truck round up the
donkey. After we get the donkey in his yard I tell him that I could not talk to
his neighbor because of the dog grading the door. He tells me that his dad knows
the people and is going to call them to pick up there donkey.
He thanks me for all my help and I go on my way. It latter occurs to me, and I start
laughing about it. “I WAS CHASING A DONKEY THROUGH THE STREETS OF OKC.” How often
does that happen?
Most days while I am driveling home from work I will see animals on the side of
the road and fell a little pull of sadness come over me. I always try to help prevent
those roadside miss haps from happening.
I am not sure of the day but I was driving home like every other day when I saw
a little black spot in the road. I am not sure what it is, so I get closer and closer
and come to see that it’s a turtle. I drive past it and tell myself to go back and
pick it up.
I turned the car around and headed back. I ended up passing the turtle 2 or 3 times
before I was able to pull over. I pulled over about half a mile or so from where
the turtle was and started walking to meet it. “Risking my life on this road for
a dumb turtle.” Once I reach the turtle I realize a small problem. The road were
on is between a hill so on each side of the road is a steep cliff about 15 feet
or so high, and too steep for me to climb.
I thought to myself, do I take the turtle with me and release it some where else
or do I try and make it safe here in case it has a family to take care of. I decide
it best to leave it. With all my might I throw the turtle up and over to the top
of the cliff trying to make sure it is far enough over that it won’t walk back and
roll down the hill into the road.
After I threw it, I stayed a while so that I could hear it start to move. I needed
to be sure that it’s not stuck on its back.
The next few days on the way to and from work I look to see if my little friend
is back on the road, but he is not. So as far as I know the little turtle is doing
well.
The macaque nestles his head against his feathered friend.
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