Friday, May 29, 2009

Motherless Little Baby Birds

Well, I'm here at work. It's just another night. Two guests take their dog to do her business for the last time that night. When they return they return with a report that Daisy, the dog, has found 2 little helpless babies. Two little birds barely feathered. So, I found a sand bucket that someone left here, crumpled newspaper, laid them in there and covered them with a hand towel. I've called the 2 numbers for the ARK (Animal Rehabilitation Keep) here in Port A and left a message with Tony Amos (local animal rescue hero). I hope they call me back. I can't keep them and am in no position to raise wildlife in my RV. They are too small to be seagulls, tho that's what I thought they were at first. I don't have a cam here so can't share a pic. Say a little prayer for them, will ya? That they make it to the wildlife rescue people as soon as possible. I get out of work here in another hour and will take them with me. Try to get them to drink some water. Try to get them to eat some canned cat food I bought the day before my cat decided to move on. She would sleep inside at night and hang outside by day. One day, she just didn't show up to be let in. And let's hope those people pick them up... I work 2 jobs and sing at gigs and with 3 chihuahuas have my hands very full, yet, I can't leave them out there for feral cats or snakes, or coyotes to eat. They are just little babies. Say a prayer! alma

Just got a call from Tony Amos (British accent - didn't know that), and he told me to bring them down to the ARK at 750 Channelview Drive. Yea!I'll be getting out of work at 8am and have to wait til 9am to get to the ARK cuz that's when someone will be there. I'm just glad these little guys will get a fighting chance! Oh man... I love this about Port A! I was afraid I would be stuck with them and watch them die! I'm so happy there's a place that I can take them to. If I had a car, I'd volunteer, but they are just a wee bit too far for me to walk or bike. What a great start to a day! Doing something good for some helpless little guys. I hope they make italmaPS Boy, I am such an Alcala/Loera thru and thru.... :-) alma

Well, Steve the Taxi Guy picked me up from the Aransas Princess around 8:30am and we stopped by Bilmores (the local old-town hardware store) so I could get some RV bathroom stuff (you don't wanna know) and made our way to the ARK. He dropped me off and I waited til 9am when someone was to be there. I walked around and looked at the animal enclosures. What a neat place. They had a big pen full of pelicans. They had another giant "cage" with about 4 owls who peeked at me suspiciously from under the shelter in their cage. They just stared at me with those giant eyes. They had an oyster reef surrounded by boardwalks with signs explaining the wildlife every few feet. White cranes and seagulls hovered over the water in the know that food would soon be there. It went quite a ways. It was a marvelous wonderland of animal love and care and I immediately wanted to be a part of that positiveness, but, well, right now I'm trying to meet some financial objectives and find myself either working or sleeping. My dogs aren't getting the attention I feel they should be getting. I can tell they miss me as we snuggle to sleep. Anyway, right at 9am, this gentleman, who gets to live here emerged from his home on very high stilts (it is within a few mere feet of the Lydia Ann Channel) with a bucket of something someone was gonna get to eat. A very tall blue heron appeared out of no where. Now, that's a pretty bird. I yoo-hoo'ed and I explained that I had left a message and Tony Amos called me back and told me to bring the babies on in. I asked him if that was a blue heron and he said, yes, that it was there for it's daily hand-out. The babies were not making much ruckus but did make a sort of purring sound and cuddled with each other under the hand towel. He took them and mentioned that it was hard when they were that little. He couldn't even tell what kind they were. I walked and talked with him as he made his way into an indoor enclosure that was filled with yet more cages which contained gulls, turtles, owls, and other birds I couldn't identify. I couldn't help but mention how much my niece, Clarrissa would've loved to see this. He said in the summer he brought his grandkids there and they loved it. He placed the babies in a proper container very carefully. It was obvious he had much experience in handling helpless birds.I left them there to wait for the lady that handled the birds. Called Steve the Taxi Guy and walked a ways up the street where I found a wooden box just the right size to sit on and waited for him. It was a beautiful overcast day. Very cool for the time of year and so I enjoyed waiting for Steve. I looked up and saw Tony Amos round the corner in a big truck and we waved good morning as the flash of his snow white hair went past. I got to see a different part of Port A. A very quiet part where there were mostly family homes in what would be proper neighborhoods. I swear...if I ever win the lotto.... Below is a link to 3 very recent articles written by Mr. Amos.

Steve drove me to Whataburger to pick up a burger breakfast, then home where I spent the rest of the day sleeping. Working overnight, breakfast becomes dinner, lunch can be just a snack, and everything becomes turned around. It makes it hell on this diabetic body where a regular schedule is a must, but, I will deal with that in due time. Whether the babies make it or not, I can sleep at night because I did what I could. All life has meaning, even tho a jerk at work said it was okay if they died because they were probably grackles anyway and not some endangered anything. I had to bite my tongue. All life has meaning. Well, except for a mosquito or a roach or a hardhead catfish or a jellyfish...but those things are hurtful to us people and things like birds and higher life forms should be saved. So, please say a little prayer for the little birds.... all life has meaning and they are so little.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sitting here broken hearted...

Well, not broken hearted. Just tired. So much has happened. I'll just take it up from today.
Today I was awakened by the rain. Yes, rain. It hasn't rained here in a week and before that in forever. I got dressed and found the necessary paperwork to go do my thing in CC.
the FlexiB picked me up at 7:30am and I was the only passenger. We quietly made our way under cloudy skies and humidity down the road to nowhere in to Corpus. Joe (he lookes like Frodo) dropped me off at the North Side Clinic where I picked up my prescriptions. I immediately went to the bus stop and waited about 30 minutes for my bus.
Bus finally came. I got on and it was pretty full and ended up sharing my seat with a nice black older lady. We shared little mundane jokes and she got off soon after I boarded. We ended up at the Staples Station where my next bus arrived unually quickly. Yea. I boarded and made a comment to the apprently hard-of-hearing man next to me that the bus smelled like a diaper.
I saw this thin man trying to be quiet and sneaky as he checked on his very full urine cathetar bag. I felt bad about my diaper statement. Why don't I think before I open my mouth? We rode and there was the usual chatter among all the riders that knew each other. We were there before we knew it and as we unboarded, I noticed the urine bag man was emptying his bag right by where we were walking. I gotta say I was grossed out. It was rather full and there was just all this piss right where we walked. Great.
I waited and met this man at the soft drink machine who had both arms in soft casts. He bought a juice and I opened it for him. I bought a sugar free green tea and sat down to enjoy this pretty mufh flavorless brew. He proceeded to tell me how he fell off his roof 13 ft and was lucky to be alive. I tried to share my story, but, he was just interested in tellimg me his. Okay. I'll listen.
When he felt I wasn't attentive enuf, I really didn't care to hear more, frankly. He didn't say anything and just left. That was fine cuz by that time my name was called and I had my meeting with a nice young woman who I'm sure had heard it all. I mostly stayed quiet and answered yes or no or produced paper. I was approved for another 6 months. Good thing cuz I can't afford to be a diabetic and no job in this county seems to pay enuf or provide benefits. I don't know what I'd do without the Christus people.
So, once approved, I then had to get my strips and needles for my Byetta pens. You take a number. You wait some more. They call your number. They take your script and tell you to wait some more sitting with all these sick people. Finally they call your name and you take your stuff and get out as quickly as you can.
I was excited about getting my strips for my BG meter. I was setting my machine up when bam. Some jack-ass knudges me on my back and the little thingee you stick in the bottom to code your meter snapped and broke inside my meter. I wanted to punch this person. But they smiled sweetly like a village idiot and I had to compose myself even tho I was very pissed off. I made 2 trips into CC by little bus, sat thru 8 hours or diabetes classes which provided obselete and sometimes incorrect information (I am ain informed diabetic - okay prolly annoying diabetic if your running the class), I returned yet again today to pick up the strips, I braved bad weather, the sun, getting off early from work, and losing 2 days to exhaustion to get this damn meter and in an instant, the village idiot had broken it. hen smiled as if that would make it okay. Sometimes being stupid isn't so forgivable.
I called the Diabetes Center who gently told me to call the number on the back of the meter, I did, and they are replacing the broken one and I"ll get it by mail.
This was only about noon by now.
I made my way to Walmart on the 24 bus and once there raced to get what I needed. I have discovered those bags you pack and suck the air out of to store clothes. Genius. I had already tried 2 and they are marvelous. I bought 6 more. I got some pre-treat pet stain spray, bacon, 2 beach mats, cotton balls, Mr. Clean, blue Dawn to bath the dogs, peanur butter, strawberry jam, a bike lock, and a copper eye pencil. I raced back to the bus stop with all this crap on my back like a pack donkey. This is why these trips exhaust me. I've tried to find a rollee thingee to carry all this stuff but can't find one.
I shared the bus bench with 2 annoying men who were feeding the rats in the sky - the seagulls who eat anything and crap everywhere. One of them, but black older dude walked to the Walmart so he could pee on the wall there as they other older Latino dude was so amused that he fed a seagull a piece of alka selzter and poinsoned it. Nice people.
I was ready to come home. Finally the bus came. It dropped me off at the Port Ayers Station. I caught my next bus the 31 and it took me to La Palmera Mall. I went to Spencers and bought their last size large blue leggings, and walked on out to wait for my Port A bus. I waiting in the sun (why don't they put these benches in the shade?) for about a 1/2 hour when Joe showed up and I was the only passenger until the HEB in Flour Bluff, then the Seaside Middle School Academy where we picked up Marshall and then we were on our way home. I got home and munched and collapsed until it was time to get ready for work. It was hard to sleep. The phone kept ringing, texts kept coming, the dogs wanted attention, I would start cleaning everytime I got up to go pee.
One interesting message came from Jo. The con woman who cost me my job, was back in town and working at the Pier at Barnacle Bills. So your wallets. She's back to take your money. More on that later. I'll try to be more diligent about writing...
Anyway, I got to work and Luis has an idea where maybe we can get a regular Thursay. That would nice, but I would believe anything until that check clears if you know what I mean. I'm tired.
I know I've lapsed. I'll get pix, too... later skaters....see you further up the road. This was today.