Brunswick – a Beautiful Bird
There is little doubt Brunswick is a beautiful bird. His magnificent plumage captures the eye, whilst the brilliant radiance of his comb and wattles sets the heart a-flutter.
Yes, a beautiful bird indeed. Albeit the circumstance of his arrival was not. He was insensitively abandoned in the outer Melbourne suburb from where this dear chap takes his name. Brunswick had taken refuge in an area his instincts and ancestral roots told him would afford safety – a well-treed park. Alas, it was too an off-leash dog park.
But then true beauty shone again in the form of the goodness of the human heart. Spying dear Brunswick’s dire predicament, one that was never going to end well for him, he was ushered into a confined area of an adjacent block of flats.
Not long thereafter, we told the handsome lad that all would soon be well and those wounds on his craggy and battle-weary legs would be tended to; he was sanctuary bound.
For he is possessed with the most beautiful of voices, and his smarts, we have seen, are a beauty too.
Like the day when he determined we were arriving too late to ferry him to his sleeping abode. He opted to make his own way there. Hoping over the fence of his enclosure, something which he had never done, he then navigated the distance into the barn. Then surmounting yet another gate, he leapt up onto the weigh scales and there he roosted, patiently waiting for his now-distraught carer, who had found him not to be where he should be.
What makes that story more amazingly beautiful is that was a walk Brunswick had never made himself before. For always lovingly carried in the arms of his carer was he. And he could have gone any myriad of other ways, leaving us to find out just how big a country Australia is!
Yet, he did not.
Dovetailing all of his experiences thus far, he had clearly been taking it all in, and he knew just where he ought to be. And in doing so he gives us a most beautiful prompt to do likewise.
To take in all that we have seen and felt about the world and animals around us, and arrive at a place where we find new ways, beyond the superficial, of seeing the true beauty in others.
Brunswick, a beautiful bird indeed!
Little did we know, on the first night we met Soldier, that the inky darkness of the sky above was to be foreboding of her fate. She, patiently waiting roadside with the humans who had come to her rescue after the vehicle collision that had rendered her immobile.
With his glistening red comb flopped outrageously over his eyes and his body ensconced by the most silky soft of feather boas, made of the real deal, Earl’s haute couture may not look out of step on the catwalk of Fashion Week or even the cover of Vogue.
Whilst it is hard to define, it is easy to feel, just what makes Special special. For it takes but a moment with this happy-go-lucky little chap to intuit this.
With no need for a Coco Chanel creation or Gucci accessory, our Paris and Nicky Hilton are glamourous girls.
Having difficultly seeing his new world around him, at first Peaky Blinders would scoot away at the mere hint of our presence. But now not so.
Within metres of the road the tiny bird fluttered and flipped. At first thought to be a grey pigeon clipped by a fast-moving car.
As farmed animals, in the scheme of things, it never ends well for them. And every action thus far afforded this mother and child had fuelled their point of view.
Around 4.40 pm on the 11th of January 2023, hope met the reality of our promise, as the last Silkie rooster was removed from the tiny wire prison that had been his home for heaven knows how long.
Just over a week on from that fateful day when the plight of hundreds upon hundreds of sweet Silkie chickens came under our radar. And so too our kindness.