Rest in Peace My White Angel

Today my news is of sadness of the Barn Owl i filmed yesterday. I was informed she had passed away in the Log store next to my hide.

She didn’t suffer her small fragile body was untouched. I cant say why she died but it could be starvation. She probably just went to sleep and passed away peaceful in her warm barn.

I cried like she was mine but thats me and animals. She gave me so many wonderful moments and made lots of people happy.

The article below explains a little why we get upset at the passing of a wild animal.

Christine helped me put her in a towel and spoke to her and thanked her for her short life that gave us special moments.

Such a Beautiful Owl desrves to be given a special place to rest so i came home and made a box from Oak and placed her in my Camouflage t shirt that had worn when i filmed her.

Please enjoy her final flights

Not yet studied empirically, however, is the impact of coming upon a dead wild animal.  Upon finding a fallen bird in the garden or discovering a dead squirrel, raccoon or rabbit on a woodland walk, some people might simply move on, while others might pause to reflect.  Is it possible to mourn the death of a wild animal despite no prior acquaintance or relationship?  Paraphrasing the psychiatrist Colin Murray Parkes, grief is the price we all pay for love.  Would anyone grieve the death of an animal they had never known, much less loved?  And yet some people do feel sad encountering an animal who seemingly died without witness, ceremony, or support.  Sorrow for such a commonplace death with no connection to us reveals important dimensions of our emotions.  The death of a close relative or friend entails the complex loss not only of a person we admired and loved, but also the end of a meaningful relationship.  The death of a pet represents the loss of an animal we cared for and who had given us unconditional acceptance, comfort, and companionship.  The death of a wild animal doesn’t deprive us of anything.  The animal had given us nothing and had taken nothing from us in return.article continues after advertisementnull

Grief for such an animal might be considered one of the purest experiences of compassion, based only on the sense that an innocent life has ended.  It reminds us of the importance of our relationships, the give-and-take that lends meaning to our lives.  We know that an animal in the wild is inherently incapable of human expectations and emotions.  But we might wish anyway that we could extend the comforts of social bonds we enjoy to this one animal we have discovered.  It is as if our discovery constitutes an encounter that reminds us of the interconnectedness of life.  In any case, our wish that we could share the best of being human reveals our capacity to care altruistically without expectation of anything in return.

Sensing that others couldn’t understand our feelings, sadness at a wildlife death might be one of those special private events that remind us of our struggle to be truly connected with others while remaining our authentic individual selves.  Private experiences that defy sharing can deepen our ability to explore and appreciate our interior life.  Such opportunities have become rare in our hectic lives immersed in responsibilities and constant communications online and off.

Coming upon the death in the wild can engage us in confronting the universality and inevitability of death.  Our sorrow at the sight of the lonely death might stem from our sense that even the presence of others cannot change the reality that dying is a solitary experience.  At the same time, the very universality of death means that no one really dies alon

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