I know, I know, we all think that our own kids are special. But sometimes my two really are, they seem to have the gift, that intuitive knowing where something is; like my car keys. Denver, she has an uncanny sense of when visitors are going to turn up at our house, way before there are any physical signs like the sound of a car or anything. And, Alchemy, well she always knows what I am about to say before I say it. It is like she is connected to my brain in some weird way. Mothers and daughters hey, there is a definite psychic link there. I am thinking about having a psychic reading to see what they might say about my daughters.
Once, when we were all sitting around the fire, in the middle of winter, Denver suddenly comes out with, “there is a hurt animal in our back yard!” Now, you have to remember it is snowing outside and freezing cold; all the curtains were drawn and the sound of the fire was crackling. It would have been impossible for Denver to have heard anything, any noises from any animal. So, I get up and grab my winter coat and head outside via the back door. And, sure enough there is a bear cub injured and bleeding on our snow covered back lawn. It must have been trapped or shot by hunters up in the mountains and made its way to our place at the foot of the mountain range.
The kids both appeared, and under the full moon light, gazed out at this hurt little bear. I approached it gingerly, being careful not to scare it, but it was hurt and cold, and it let me pick it up. Boy, those bears are heavy, I was glad that I did not have far to go with the weight of this wet furry creature in my arms. Alchemy had, already, grabbed an old blanket from the laundry and placed it before the fire. I managed to, gently, lay the bleeding bear on the blanket and it just stayed there. I sent Denver for an old towel, so that I could, carefully, dry the snow encrusted animal.
It growled a few times, and Denver and Alchemy gathered around me for support, but the bear cub was too weak to be a real danger. We brought out some warmed milk in an old baby’s bottle and managed to get the cub to drink a little, but mostly it slept by the fire. In the morning, we contacted the wildlife rescue agency and they sent someone over to get the bear and took it to their facility. Are your kids psychic? I swear mine are! And we have a photo of a bear cub resting by the fire to prove it. We heard that the bear cub survived and was later returned to the wild.