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If We take this Bird in, with its Broken Leg,
We could Nurse it, She said
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Z a n n a
N a m e ; ; Zanna ~ The nickname of a women I used to know. Her real name was never spoken, nor ever thought, so her real name is unknown to me. She didn't speak to others much. She only spoke, to the birds. The birds whom she could release from a cage, and know they would come back, and they always did. Lead back home by love, and a bond of unbreakable trust. Zanna was viewed as odd by societies messed up definition of "Normal." when truly, she was what life is all about. Loving not only someone else, but yourself, as well as having responsibility and taking care of what needs to be done, while still enjoying not only the little things in life, but the big as well. Zanna was a role model for many. She was always calm under pressure and she took pressure and responsibility in stride. I wish I could have let her know how much I looked up to her before she left us, but now, I can tell everyone else how much she meant to me.
P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;∞ Silent;;
Zanna is what most would call a selective mute. She hardly ever speaks, and when she does it is only to her birds. One of the few times you will hear words leave her mouth is when she sings, but she is very self conscious and hardly ever sings in front of people. If you are lucky enough to be passing by the little house when the balcony doors are open in her little Scottish home, on the warm summer mornings, you may hear a faint lick of her soft voice singing, or one of her many instruments being played.
∞Brave;;
There are many different ideas of brave, for some, it is the people who save others from burning buildings, for others, it is those who hurt, yet still wake u every morning and go on with life. Zanna is very brave, but not in a way everyone can see. Zanna has terrible trust issues due to her abandonment, and she no longer can trust people, afraid that if she does, they will either hurt her or leave her. But everyday, she lives, in a world full of others. And everyday she is brave, and faces the fear she will never get over.
∞Strong;;
Zanna is like a rock. She is everyone else's base. She is brave when others aren't, she is strong when others cant be, and she stands up when others are too weak. She feels like if she is ever scared or if she ever cries, her world will just crash around her like an avalanche. But she will do anything for her friends, even if it means sacrificing her own goals.
∞Talented;;
Zanna is very talented in many different aspects. She sings, is quite an artist and photographer, and plays many instruments including the piano, harp, violin, and cello, but her favorite is the flute. She feels as though she can most connect to her birds with the pitches of the flute. She plays her instruments everyday, but never in front of anyone besides her birds.
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But if I Kiss You will your mouth read this Truth,
Darling how I Miss You, strawberries taste how lips do
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"Mum! Dad! I'm back!" I called as I walked into our small Scottish home, carefully cradling a small finch whose one wing was bent at on odd and obviously broken angle. I walked over to the nearest empty cage and gently set the hurt finch down on a soft bed full of cotton. I headed over and grabbed my little tool box full of supplies. I brought it over to the cage and grabbed the canister of food out of it. I carefully hand fed a few seeds to the finch. At the sound of the food canister all the birds in the sanctuary started squawking and flapping. I laughed. "Just a minute dears." I said as I gently splinted the finches wing. "Mum! Dad!" I called out again as I headed over to feed the rest of the birds. "Where are they?" I questioned to the crow with the crooked beak.
I went and fed all of the birds as I went and searched the house for my parents. I finally came to the last room left, the kit hen, the only room without birds. I found a note on the table. "We're sorry Zanna. Goodbye." I looked out the window to the distant snow covered mountains. "Goodbye. Forever." I whispered. And those were the last words I ever spoke. I went and sat with my personal bird, the bird that meant the most to me. Freja, the Cedar Waxwing I had found with my mother. She had been attacked my a cat and had a large hole in her side. We didn't think she would live. But she had brought my family together, we all pitched in to help her, and she lived. I opened the cage and she hopped in my hands and snuggled up inside the curves of my fingers. I looked at her and I cried for one of the first, and almost the last times.
I soon decided maybe it would help if I went to let the birds who were all healed out. I stood and placed Freja on my shoulder, since the injury, she couldn't fly, so it would never be safe for me to release her. I opened the cage with a small white dove in it and let her go. "Please have a better life then I do." I thought as the small dove flew away and chirped happily. I went around and released the rest of the ready birds. A small Song Thrush, a Skylark, a Merlin, and a Mistle Thrush. Each time I released one, my heart grew heavier as I wish I too could just fly away and find a new life. One worth living.
The next few years were torture, as I relieved coming home to an empty house every night in my dreams, and as I had to realize I was alone every morning. The birds came and went, the sanctuary wasn't the same with just me. Though the new birds didn't know the difference. They don't know I used to talk all the time, and that there used to be others who would come and interact with them besides me. But I did. I knew there used to be a happy family here.
The birds were the only thing that kept me going. I knew they needed me, and I couldn't abandon them like my parents had abandoned me. I continued rescuing the birds, healing them, and setting them free so they could go find a better life. I continued growing in my talents. My art became much better, as now I focused much more on how the bird feels instead of how I see it from the outside. My photography became much more beautiful, because I photographed the birds where they want to be instead of where I make them be. And my music became more beautiful, because it became the song of a caged bird who couldn't fly, but still believed one day she could.
Zanna has a bit of an odd "hobby," if you will. She goes out and searches for hurt birds. She then brings them back to her small Scottish home where she used to live with her mum and dad and takes care of them. She takes in all kinds of birds with all kinds of problems and takes care of each of them. She heals them and takes care for them until they are well enough to safely be released back into the wild to live a better life.
F e a t h e r s ; ; Zanna didn't get her feathers like most other kias. She wasn't given them by her parents, she didn't earn them, or collect them. A few special birds were found by a few special people. With Zanna's trust issues, her caring about someone is not common. But a few kias, a few very special kias have made their way into her heart, by heling her take care of birds, helping her find birds, or bringing her birds. Each of these kias has a special bird. A favorite. One that means something to them like Freja to Zanna. And each of these birds represents the people Zanna cares about to her. And as she releases each of these birds, she takes a single feather, to remember the people she cares about. She then dies them purple, the color of happiness and passion. And as she releases the birds, she speaks the only words she ever says now. "Please go and have a better life. Please take care of __
special kia here__ and please let them have a better life too." And those are the only words she does and will ever say.
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I'm covered by Nature and I'm Safe now,
Underneath this Oak Tree, with You Beside Me
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R e l a t i o n s ~ S p e c i a l ~ K i a s ~ A n d ~ T h e i r ~ B i r d s ; ;Zanna & Luna;; Luna was one of Zanna's first friends. She met Luna before her parents abandoned her and even though Zanna stopped talking, Luna still stuck with Zanna and helped her through her time of darkness and she now stops by often to help with the birds. Especially the one that Zanna took a feather representing Luna from, a large white dove whom Luna named Polaris. Luna found this bird while on a walk with Zanna through a snowy covered Scottish forest. The hurt white dove blended right in with the snow and the girls were very startled when the got too close and the female started trying to flap her wings. They smiled and took her home. And Polaris became the birds to represent Luna.
Zanna and Nonay;; Zanna first met Nonay in a short back alley in town. She was tending to a bird who was partially stuck under one of the big green garbage disposals. She looked over and saw Zanna and quickly asked for help. Meeting Zanna after her parents left, Zanna only nodded and helped her work silently. Afterwards, Zanna nodded for Nonay to come back with her, and she frequently came back to help the little Starling they ha saved together.
Zanna and Renee;; Zanna actually met Renne in a way much different then she met the few others she cares about. Zanna met Renee while walking through he small town, she heard her singing and was entranced by her beautiful voice. She quickly headed over to silently listen. Afterwards, Zanna gave Renee a big smile, and Renee started talking to Zanna about if she sings and other topics if the like. But meeting her after the disappearance of her parents, Renne was upset to find that Zanna wasn't talking to her. After starting to leave, hurt by the girls silence, Zanna quickly nodded for her to follow her back to her home, where she progressed to show Renee her birds. And, unlike most other special kias, Renee didn't find her bird, her bird found her. A small snowy owl hooted and hooted as Renee walked by, and, being a smart little boy, he then opened his cage which most of the birds in the sanctuary could do, and flew right onto Renee's shoulder. And so Arrow became Renee's representative bird.
B e h i n d ~ T h e ~ T y p e w r i t e r ; ; Oh, um, hi. Like Zanna, I'm not much for talking. I am the proud owner of one Kia, #72, Luna. I put my heart into everything and care too much about everything. I have trust issues with people and I'm very shy. I sing and play many instruments, my favorite being the flute, which is where Zanna gets some of her talents from is me. Since I hardly let anyone know the real me, I want at least a few people to know the real me through one of the few ways I can express myself, Zanna.
