Miss Broken Wing dazzles neighbors

To the Editor:

I hate ravens, They kill juvenile tortoises. They spread trash all over the place when they dumpster dive and they have obsidian-colored eyes.

Every morning and evening, I have the responsibility of taking our six-pound pooch (Bessie) on her pooper walk around the Heritage Village Park. Leash in one hand, pooper bag in the other, Bessie looking for the perfect spot, off we go. Recently, I have noticed a raven with a severely broken wing. She hopes around scavenging for food and seldom wanders too far from her favorite tree. This tree leans at a 40-degree angle, providing Broken Wing some semblance of safety. If you approach her, she hobbles up the tree to the safety of a branch.

I have begun to worry that Broken Wing might starve to death due to her handicap. I began to bring bread, cereal, or chips with me on my pooper walk, dropping the food at the base of Broken Wing’s safety tree. Broken Wing wastes no time parachuting out of the safety tree when the food is presented. I find myself talking to this raven every day, and have even gone so far as to nickname the raven Miss BW.

Recently, I ran into two neighbors, Naomi and Sherri, who have also been feeding BW. Yesterday, on my daily walk around the park, I noticed that BW was not in her tree and surmised that perhaps a dog had ended BW’s celebrity status.

Upon arriving home from the pooper walk and sharing with my wife, Joann, my observation concerning BW, I noticed a big smile on Joann’s face. She shares with me that while working on the computer, she notices a black object falling out of our front yard tree, and, like an Olympian long jumper, BW is covering six-foot spans with each leap. Our home is about 200 yards from the safety tree, and Miss BW is wasting no time boot-scooting after us for her morning feast. Our gold medal-winning raven provided quite a scene as she closed the distance between me and her morning Cheerios. For a handicapped raven, BW is coping with life’s challenges just fine.

So what’s the lesson to be learned from BW? Perhaps that we often judge far too quickly without giving others a chance. I still don’t care for ravens all that much, but Miss BW has reminded me to see the good in all God’s creatures, even if they have obsidian-colored eyes and spread trash everywhere when they dumpster dive.

Dan Clark

Story First Published: 2012-11-28