Freedom [a bald eagle] and I have been together 10 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings. Her left wing
doesn't open all the way even after surgery, it was broken in 4
places. She's my baby.
Jeff
photos in the original email at:
http://www.sarveywildlife.org/Gallery.aspx?galleryname=Freedom%20and%20Jeff&galleryid=1280
When Freedom came in she could not stand. Both wings were broken, her
left wing in 4 places. She was emaciated and covered in lice. We made
the decision to give her a chance at life, so I took her to the vet's
office. From then on, I was always around her. We had her in a huge
dog carrier with the top off, and it was loaded up with shredded
newspaper for her to lay in. I used to sit and talk to her, urging her
to live, to fight; and she would lay there looking at me with those
big brown eyes. We also had to tube feed her for weeks.
This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn't stand. It
got to the point where the decision was made to euthanize her if she
couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't want to cross that line
between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning. She
was going to be put down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in on
that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go to the center that
Thursday, because I couldn't bear the thought of her being euthanized;
but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone was grinning from ear
to ear. I went immediately back to her dowl cage; and there she was,
standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle. She was ready to live. I
was just about in tears by then. That was a very good day.
We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train
her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started
doing education programs for schools in western Washington. We wound
up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV. Miracle
Pets even did a show about us.
In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I
had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere), so I
wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair -the whole bit. I
missed a lot of work. When I felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey
and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would also come to me in my
dreams and help me fight the cancer. This happened time and time
again.
Fast forward to November 2000, the day after Thanksgiving, I went in
for my last checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not all gone
after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last option was a stem cell
transplant. Anyway, they did the tests; and I had to come back Monday
for the results. I went in Monday, and I was told that all the cancer
was gone. Yahoo!
So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and take the big girl
out for a walk. It was misty and cold. I went to her flight and jessed
her up, and we went out front to the top of the hill. I hadn't said a
word to Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me and wrapped
both her wings around me to where I could feel them pressing in on my
back (I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she touched my nose with her
beak and stared into my eyes, and we just stood there like that for I
don't know how long. That was a magic moment. We have been soul mates
ever since she came in. This is a very special bird.
On a side note: I have had people who were sick come up to us when we
are out, and Freedom has some kind of hold on them. I once had a guy
who was terminal come up to us and I let him hold her. His knees just
about buckled and he swore he could feel her power coarse through his
body. I have so many stories like that.
I never forget the honor I have of being so close to such a
magnificent spirit as Freedom's.
Hope you enjoy this.
Jeff
Sarvey is near Arlington, Washington.
"In 2005 Sarvey took in 3339 animals, 14 Bald Eagles alone, 174
Raptors total, making Sarvey the largest bird of prey rehabilitation
center in the northwest."
"It takes over 100 clinic workers to keep Sarvey's doors open."
http://www.sarveywildlife.org/