7 December 2007 ...or the further adventures of Jeane Trend-Hill.
Many of you, of course, will be very familiar with Jeane. She ran her Psychic Corner on doverforum for many years and very successfully too. Her ongoing blog was a must for many of us. All that came to an abrubt end sadly, when we closed our successful Forum down, as we sought new directions, new avenues. But this did not slow Jeane down. Not a bit of it.
Jeane wrote many articles for us over the years, but that was just a springboard to wider success. In more recent times she herself, as a personality, has been featured widely, not only on web pages, but on the printed page in many national magazines and even in our own Dover Mercury. Hardly a month goes by without seeing an article on her in some mag or other....and of course not only is she featured as a psychic celeb, but she writes for many magazines too. She has also recently published two large artistic tomes on the monuments in nationwide cemetaries, which heavily featured her connections with Dover.
Now pictured here is her latest publication. This is somewhat of a departure for Jeane, but nevertheless a very welcome departure. While in Dover recently on a flying visit, Jeane rescued a near dead blackbird she found lying by the wayside gasping for life in Whitfield, she took him back to her home in Essex and nursed him back to ruddy rude health. This book is loosely that story, as I understand it.
Jeane sent me this email below....and as you can see she is again also newly featured in another publication..
"Well it's finally happened, 'The story of Magic' my first children’s book is now available. It's a heart-warming tale loosely based on my recently finding an injured blackbird in Whitfield and nursing him back to health! I'm also currently working on an article about him with It's Fate magazine.
Other news - my story in the January issue of Fate and Fortune is out now (scan attached.) Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc the American best selling horror writer has asked me to collaborate on a book with her later next year. I can't believe it, I'm really honoured as she has never collaborated with anyone before!
Check out 'The story of Magic' here:
http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=740781 "
I will ask Jeane to contribute a bit more info to the comment section below which will fill us in further.
I joked following a ghost busting event in Dover in October that I didn't want to leave with any 'extras', well I did! The weird thing is, yeah you knew there would be something weird, we were looking for the church in Whitfield which Arthur Beresford Pite (1861 – 1934, Victorian architect I have carried out much research on) was married in. I've been there once before but couldn't recall the exact place. I always say Arthur moves in mysterious ways. We were driving round and round and passed a blackbird 3 times so I said to my husband Les, he's not moving; he'll get run over so I'll put him in a safe place. When I picked him up I saw he was passing blood so I decided to take him with us. I figured he wouldn't last the 80 mile journey to our home in Essex but would at least die in comfort. I wrapped him in a jacket and off we went. Odd coincidence number two - after my Dad died I used to have a blackbird appear at my window on an almost daily basis, it would just look in the window at me, I always associate them with him to this day - hmmm. The third thing was when I got into the car Les, my husband, noticed a Ladybird was on the floor which is the sign my Mum always gives me to let me know she is around. After she died they literally used to fly on me and as much as I tried to put them outside, back they came.
We drove home with the bird sitting on my lap and occasionally climbing on to my finger which was pretty astonishing as wild birds don't do that. When we got home I put him in a spare cage opposite my cockatiel. He appeared to have been hit by a car but had stopped losing blood and seemed more alert. We called him (black) Magic!
Day one, Magic was doing great he greeted me with a whistle in the morning. He makes the cutest noise, not like any blackbird I have ever heard, he sounds like a cross between a squeaky toy and a whistle! He has been drinking which is good news and although he hasn’t eaten much he’s thrown food all over the floor, sorting through which bits he wants.
Day two, Magic developed a taste for…….ham. Wild bird food is obviously boring so he has the expensive ham. Meanwhile my husband was taking cheese sandwiches to work!
Day five I was reading and heard birdsong, I thought it was outside as it seemed very low and quiet. I looked up and then realised Magic was having a drink and singing! His little throat was warbling away.
Magic was ready to be released a week later. He could hear other blackbirds outside most mornings and was chirping back at them. Although it was sad to see him go it would have been cruel to keep him any longer than necessary. He was able to fly so I released him early one morning strangely I didn't see him soar into the sky, he just sort of vanished.
I believe this bird was sent to me for a reason, he is not of this world!