Speaking of chickadees, we had a brief interlude of joy with an adorable yellow chick called Buttercup. She was a rescue chick, given to us by a teen friend who took the chick away from a child in the street. No idea where s/he came from originally (an egg, I presume). She was about 2 weeks old, very small but seemed lively enough. The one issue I could see was that she had no down on her belly. This led me to believe that s/he had been kept in dirty conditions. I set up a box in the house, got out the warming light and gave her food and water. We let her out to run in the grass, and she was adorable, following us, sleeping in our laps, peeping constantly, either loudly or very sweetly and conentedly. We enjoyed Buttercup’s visit for just one week, but found her cold in her box one morning with no apparent reason for her death. Sad faces all around. Poor little Buttercup. At least we made her happy for her final week, whatever her little life was like before that.
As my friend Alana said, “Even little lives matter.” True that.
Julia Park Tracey is an award-winning journalist, author, and blogger. She is the author of "Veronika Layne Gets the Scoop" and "Veronika Layne Has a Nose for News" (rep'd by Booktrope). She is the Poet Laureate of Alameda, California. She's also the conservatrix of The Doris Diaries, the diaries of her great-aunt Doris Bailey Murphy. Her articles have appeared in Thrillist, Quill, Paste, San Francisco Chronicle, and in many magazines; her latest poetry appears in The East Bay Literary review.