
24/09/2025
He wasn’t ok. He’s been part of my world here, part of this land for probably the past year. Probably longer, but that is how long I have recognised him.
The pattern of his tail feathers, the way I could ‘feel’ he was sitting in a tree long before I saw him.
He loved perching in the mature Sycamore, and was more often than not there every morning first thing as I wandered the land here.
Yesterday I found him grounded, the day before he had been perched on the fire pit before we lit it.
I took him to Cuan House Wildlife Rescue yesterday and today received the news he had been put to sleep. A cataract on one eye, a deformed/ overgrown beak and he was emaciated, from not being able to hunt and feed properly.
Yes, I cried - some may not understand this and that’s fine. But, this is how I live my life. This is how I am in the world- these wild and amazing beings are my beloved neighbours, familiars and friends. They are equal in this world to me. I feel the loss of him. I feel the loss of his energy here. I miss seeing him.