Cat, Bird, and Heart

“Momma, Momma! Come quick!” Bubba bellowed with urgency. “Over here! Hurry!”

I set my feed pail down, and exited the coop that I was tending to. What I was in for, was anybodys guess.

Bubba tends to find the things that most are blind to, and most would miss even if it was right in front of them.  And sure as the sky is blue, what grabbed his attention was right in the middle of the yard!

“What?” I inquired as I was walking up. ” Mazie?”

“No, not the cat!” he said with some panic in his voice. “Something Mazie has…it looks like a baby bird and it’s still moving!”

With quick mental assesing, and knowing that Mazie is well past her days and pretty much toothless, I deemed there still might be a chance for this little one. “Shoo, Mazie away!” I ordered as I approached. “Let’s see if there’s damage.”

“Awwww, it’s looks like a baby Morning Dove!” I announced.

“Can it fly, Momma?” Bubba wanted to know.

“I don’t know, son. It depends how much Mazie hurt it.”  I said as I was gently stroking it. It just sat there, unmoving. Gently, I picked it up without word, and headed for the storage barn to get a spare cage, and wild bird seed.

“Are we going to keep it, Momma?” Bubba asked with excitment in his voice.

“No son, but we will give it a chance to rest, and hopefully it will heal from any wounds.”

Rest Little One, Your Safe Here


Word spread quickly through the extension of the family of course. The infamous question, “Guess what we got?” Is being asked….again. And of course, the excited responses are being offered.  A puppy?  No.  Not more kittens! Tell me you didn’t find more kittens? Haha not yet. A goat?  I wish!

You’ll just have to come and see…you’ll never guess this one.

Sure enough, the family were all surprised. And surprised that it was doing so well after a couple of days. Eating, drinking and ….well, you know. All good signs that this little one will make it.

Oh sure, I know it could’ve turned out to be different. More times than not, it does turn out to be different, and this would have been one of those times had we not intrupted Mazie with her new ‘play toy’. Sure, she was doing what all cats do, and Mazie is the best ‘hunter’ for the Heart of the BottomsUp 2/3 Acre. She is one of the best at catching and controlling the population for snakes and mice, but here for baby birds, we try to lend a helping hand when able.

Getting Stronger


The day came all too quick for Bubba. It’s been just shy of a week since the day of ‘operation rescue Morning Dove’. We provide all the needs that a wild bird could want. Handling was not allowed, but singing, talking to and watching were. Some strong, healthy adult feathers were coming in nicely and wings had gotten stronger.

I had spotted a couple adult doves across the way at a neighbors place, and they don’t have cats. The neighbor just happened to be out mowing his lawn early that morning, so Bubba and I marched out with our covered cage. “Can we release my bird on your property since you don’t have cats?” Bubba choked out barely audible. And on our ruddy, weathered, neighbors face came a lively grin and in his warm voice he gave his approval, “Why sure! There’s lots of Morning Doves over there. They come at night. “

With a quick look around, to be sure none of our cats were following us, as they do sometimes, we darted over to where the neighbor said. With a quick assessment of the wooded area, together we picked the best place for our little one and placed it on a branch.

With a final farewell and a non-voiced prayer, we turned and walked away.

Then, Bubba’s loving heart urged his voice to ask aloud, “Can we get another dove, Momma?”

A small chuckle escaped me as I felt the knowing twinge of pain he was feeling at the moment, and I responded with, ” I hope not son, because that means another rescue and they don’t always work out this well. But, it is our job to tend to all the needs, and keep all running in good order. This, we will always do.”

Freeing Morning Dove
Good-bye Little One


About Mammy Oaklee

A wife, mother, grand-mother, farmer and wrinkly ol' writer, who's finally got some roots planted in 'The Heart of the BottomsUP 2/3 Acre.' A born and raised city-chick, who found many'a smiles where her heart had always longed to be, in the country. Digging in as close to the beginning of creations, and finding wonderment with a smile. I live my life as a rollar-coaster adventure, and always adding new dreams as old ones are full-filled. Of course, I write about it all!
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10 Responses to Cat, Bird, and Heart

  1. Mike Robbins says:

    Such a truly wonderful story….it’s a heartwarming story with a wonderful teaching and great ending!!! Love the story

  2. Amy Rose says:

    Awwe, nothing sounds more beautiful than a mourning dove. Glad he made it out ok and Bubba will have a long lasting story now for his grand kids one day!

  3. Ginger Sorg says:

    Read this to Weston…..we all loved it! A well written story with a great lesson!

  4. What a wonderful example of a child’s awareness, insight, foresight and compassion. What a WONDERFUL WAY of life! Thanks for sharing!

  5. Sharen Prine says:

    Loved reading this! So sweet to see that you are bringing up such compassionate and caring children…just like their parents! 🙂

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