Friday, April 17, 2009

My Heroic Moments

Pica Pica
I was 14 or 15 years old. I came back from school and like everyday call for my dog, Liza (she was a Terrier/Lab mix breed. Black colored with white strip started from her nose to her tail. I found her when she was just a baby) to start our usual journey deep into grandpa garden.
we had a heavy rain the day before and every where was still wet. We almost reached to the one end of the garden that I saw a bucket. Just out of curiosity I went ahead to look inside. There he was, a pica pica, almost drawn in a water collected in that bucket due to rain. He was obviously tired of struggling to come out. he managed to keep the tip of his beak out of water to breath. I took him out, he was too tired to show any reactions. He couldn't fly his wings was totally wet. I ran toward home while Liza was following me with her curious eyes on pica pica.
We had an small store room in our backyard. I took a blow dryer and went inside the room. he was gradually getting warm and as his feathers dried he gathered his strength back. when he totally dried he stood on his feet, looked up and saw me and with a sudden move he flew toward the window. But before flying out he stood there, looked back for a moment and then flew away. I felt like a hero. :))

Liza's Puppy
I was 12 or 13. Liza gave birth to 7/8 super cute puppies. There were colorful chubby woolly creatures with pink nose. I couldn't took my eyes off them. There was an old forsaken shed at a corner of Grandpa Garden with old sofa inside. Liza chose an old comfortable sofa to put her babies on. It was a midnight that I woke up by a continuous noise of one of Liza's baby. I waited for a while to see if it was gonna end but it didn't. I went out toward the shed to see what's going on. Liza came to me, moving her tail in excitement. I saw one of Liza's baby had fallen down the sofa and that's why it was making all those noises for help. I put it back and it became quite. I felt so good, went back to bed and slept like a baby.

Wounded Crow
I was 6 or 7 . I noticed our German Shepherd dog was jumping up and down. I ran toward him and saw a pretty large crow trying to fly away but he couldn't because of his wounded wing. The poor crow was jumping in the air and falling down while our dog was trying to chase him. It was emergency call :). one of the time that the crows jumped up, I stood in a place that he would probably crash on and that was what exactly happened. He crashed down in my arms and I grabbed him quickly. Now imagine 6/7 years old girl carrying a pretty large crow with bloody wing, in her arms which is easily half of her size. I ran toward home to find a bandage. I remember my mom opened the door and screamed:

"for God sake Hiva what is this????"
- Mom, I saved him from the dog, he is wounded.
- Noooooooooo, we can't bring him home. Let him go somewhere out of dogs reach. He can take care of himself.

I let him go. I don't remember how I felt. It was long time ago. :)


Behi said...

You can write a story book with the stories of all those dogs living in that garden I guess. It can become a very interesting book, I mean it because I can remember a few number of them so that means you must have enough for writing a book or series of stories :). And in here seems as you were growing up you had more power in your hands to rescue more ;)

Deep Blue Sea said...

Don't ask of yourself so much morality.Its a crow.People are entitled to feel disgusted{I am assuming that your post was about the discrimation between the crow and the dog.}
At the end of the day people can only control what they show outside.Not they what they truly feel inside.And you cant beat yourself up for what you feel coz u dont control it. What to do...

P.S : Have I made a fool of myself in understanding what u were trying to say thru this post ?

Hiva said...

DBS: It was simply part of my childhood memory which I love to write about. don't bother to take it so serious :))

Deep Blue Sea said...


Anonymous said...

*هیوا گلم سلام. خوندن كامنتت برام خیلی جالب بود. مهاجرت گاهی تجربه‌های آدم‌ها رو شبیه به هم می‌كنه. ممنون كه از خودت نوشتی نازنین. بوسسسس


Georg said...

Hallo Hiva,

You have certainly a gift to make simple events sparkle. As Behi said.

The last story is a bit difficult to understand. Why did you say "we can't bring him home". Why did your mother scream?


Hiva said...

:D George,
I was a little girl and that crow was pretty big (easily half of my size) with bloody wing. My mom scared as she saw me with that huge bloody bird. I didn't say "we can't bring it home": my mom said that. well the giant bird wasn't very clean actually :)))