Rescued Magpie Helps Woman Believe in Herself Again

Sam Bloom is happy. So happy. It is Jan 2013 and she is on holiday in southern Thailand with her husband, Cameron, and their three young sons. They are staying in a repose coastal hamlet, Ban Krut, and have spent virtually of the morning pond beneath a cloudless heaven. Sam has ever considered herself a fortunate person, but never more than so than on this perfect day. From the palm-fringed beach, she and her family stroll to the reception desk of their hotel, to ask about hiring bikes. They're thinking of cycling into the countryside after lunch.

At an open up-air bar abreast the vestibule, Sam and Cameron order papaya juice with crushed ice and a clasp of kaffir lime. Information technology is tangy and delicious. The cups are notwithstanding in their easily as they and the boys cross the hotel courtyard and climb a spiral stairway to a rooftop deck. The view from here is panoramic, sweeping from the sea to the lush green hinterland. Cameron is gazing at a Buddhist temple in the distance when a crashing sound makes him swing around. He drops his juice.

Later, Sam will have no retentivity of leaning confronting the safety bulwark. Nor volition she think the steel railings giving mode and slamming onto concrete tiles 6 metres below. She won't remember teetering on the edge of the deck. She won't remember falling.

The Blooms live in a white-walled, light-filled bungalow on a loma overlooking the water in the northern Sydney suburb of Newport Beach. When I arrive on a contempo Friday afternoon, a i-eyed currawong is flitting about the living room. The family has adopted a series of injured or abandoned birds over the past vii years. This is the latest. "Frankie!" Sam says in a reproachful tone as it lands on my shoulder and starts pecking at my hair.

I don't mind, I tell her. But Frankie has overstepped the marker as far every bit Sam is concerned. She cuts a chunk of apple and lures the currawong outside. Then she pours two cups of tea and leads the fashion in her wheelchair to a long wooden tabular array nigh a row of windows. We talk about the Blooms' starting time feathered foundling, a female magpie they called Penguin and came to regard as a member of the family. Penguin arrived ten months subsequently Sam's accident, and three months later on she came home from hospital.

Penguin, the magpie that inspired a bestselling book and picture show. Credit:Cameron Flower

As she writes in her memoir, Sam Bloom: Heartache & Birdsong, to exist released side by side week, Sam was then depressed that she was contemplating suicide. Caring for the scrawny black-and-white chick was the lark she needed: "I thought I was saving her life, but she was saving mine."

Cameron, a professional person photographer, took pictures of Penguin interacting with Sam and the boys – perching on their heads, fooling effectually with them in the kitchen, cosying up to them in bed. He posted the captivating images on an Instagram page that eventually had more than 100,000 followers. This led to a bestselling 2016 book, Penguin Blossom, published in 13 languages. The book inspired a movie of the same name, starring Naomi Watts as Sam. Information technology will premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival, which starts on September 10.

"Pretty strange," says Sam, 49, when I ask how information technology feels to be portrayed on the big screen. Still, she is pleased with the film: "They've kept information technology real. I didn't desire them to 'Hollywood' it, and they haven't." Cameron, also 49, who has joined the states at the tabular array, agrees: "It'due south really close to everything that happened."

Sam Bloom with her sons in Thailand in 2013, shortly before the accident that would change her life. Credit:Cameron Flower

For a moment, Cameron stood on the deck and stared in horror at his married woman lying unconscious on the ground beneath. So he raced down the stairs and tried badly to staunch the blood that was seeping through her fair hair and pooling around her head. There was blood in her oral cavity, too: she had bitten through her tongue. A lump the size of an orange protruded from her back. Cameron shouted for assistance. His oldest son Rueben, and so 10, ran to the front desk-bound to call an ambulance.

Sam was taken showtime to the local medical heart, which wasn't equipped to treat her catastrophic injuries. The ambulance headed northward on a major highway, Rueben and his younger brothers, Noah and Oli, in front end with the driver, and Cameron in the back with Sam. After four hours in cease-start traffic, they arrived at a large, modern hospital in Hua Hin, 200 kilometres south-west of the Thai capital, Bangkok.

Sam in the Bangkok hospital before her sons went home to Sydney. Credit:Cameron Bloom

Sam'due south skull was found to be fractured in several places. She had bleeding on the brain. Both her lungs were ruptured and ane had collapsed. Her spine was cleaved at vertebrae T6 and T7, merely below her shoulder blades. The pain when she regained consciousness was almost unbearable, she says in her memoir, only the strongest sensation that washed over her was remorse. She wanted to apologise to her family for inflicting this drama on them and ruining their holiday: "I mean, what kind of idiot falls off a balcony?"

As a former nurse, Sam was acutely aware of the possible implications of a cleaved dorsum. She says the Thai medical staff allowed her to hope that the paralysis affecting the lower two-thirds of her torso was a temporary effect of spinal shock – that nerve signals would render when the swelling went down. When she was flown back to Australia a month afterward and admitted to Sydney's Regal North Shore Hospital, a young doctor brusquely dismissed that notion. Her spinal cord was irreparably damaged, he said. She would never again walk, stand or sit up unaided.

While we drinkable our tea, we contemplate the vagaries of fate. Sam points out that when she and Cam decided their sons were ready for their first overseas trip, their original intention was to take them to 2 of her favourite countries, Egypt and Ethiopia. "Then in that location was all that political unrest in Cairo," she says, "and so we idea, 'No, we don't want to take the boys there. It could exist unsafe.' " She smiles at the irony. "That'south why we chose Thailand. I said to Cam for years, 'I wish we'd gone to bloody Cairo and I'd just got shot.' "

Cameron and Sam at their home on Sydney's northern beaches, where she grew up about living in the surf. Credit:Tim Bauer

For so long, Sam'southward life had seemed charmed. She grew up a stone's throw from where she lives now, and spent a large role of her youth at the beach, soaking up the lord's day and catching waves. The body of water felt like her natural habitat. While studying nursing, she earned spending money by serving behind the counter at her parents' Surfside Pie Shop in Newport. Cameron, who had already started working equally a photographer, was a regular customer.

They fell in love, and travelled together to exotic places before marrying and having children. Though Sam enjoyed nursing, she gladly gave it up to focus full-time on motherhood. An exuberant, athletic person, she liked aught better than beingness outdoors with her kids: swimming, bicycle riding, running, skateboarding. "I've ever been a tomboy, so having 3 boys was kind of perfect," she says.

"I'd say to Cam, 'I desire to motion. I want to move to the desert, where there are no people and I don't accept to see the ocean.' "

Afterwards the accident, paralysed from the chest down, she couldn't even roll over in bed. Her mobility wasn't all she had lost. Her injuries had robbed her of her senses of taste and aroma. Like many survivors of spinal injury, she suffered from acute neuropathic pain caused past aberrant communication between damaged fretfulness and the brain. It seemed to her a cruel joke that parts of her body that otherwise had no feeling could hurt and so much: she often felt as if she were sitting in stinging nettles and had bluebottles wrapped around her feet.

Mired in misery, she cut herself off from friends: they reminded her of her old life, the one she could no longer lead. In her firm on the loma, she turned her eyes away from the body of water. "I would sit hither and get and then angry and sad," she says. "I'd say to Cam, 'I desire to move. I want to move to the desert, where there are no people and I don't have to see the ocean.' " In her diary, she calculated the optimal year to kill herself – when her sons were erstwhile enough to cope with the loss and Cameron was immature enough to start afresh with someone new.

Cameron had been told while Sam was in hospital that more than one-half of couples break up afterwards one partner sustains a spinal injury. The Blooms' marriage held together – Cameron was adamant it would – but Sam's despair settled over the house like a shroud. "It was certainly difficult for the boys," she says. "They'd say, 'If you're deplorable, we're sad.' And that would make me feel worse. I'd exist lying in bed crying and feeling so guilty."

Kayaking coach Gaye Hatfield vividly remembers the twenty-four hours in August 2013 that Cameron introduced her to Sam. "Oh god, I've never met a sadder person in my life," Hatfield says. Cameron had persuaded his wife that getting out on the water might elevator her spirits. So information technology proved. On Narrabeen Lagoon, a brusk drive due south of Newport, she learnt to propel and balance a boat using simply her artillery and shoulders.

"Leaving the wheelchair, that was the main thing," Hatfield says. "Leaving the globe and going out into the middle of the lake." On land, Sam was entirely reliant on others. "Only she could kayak on her ain."

Kayaking on Narrabeen Lake, where she learnt to propel and residue a boat using only her arms and shoulders. Credit:Cameron Bloom

Taking upwardly paddling was a turning point only it wasn't the game-changer. That came on a windy day in October that year, when Sam's eye son, Noah, found a babe bird.

Penguin had beady optics, downy feathers and a damaged wing. Like Sam, she had survived a terrible autumn – in her example, from a nest in a 20-metre Norfolk Island pine exterior the house of Sam'south mother, January, at nearby Bilgola Beach. The Blooms' conclusion, afterward consulting a vet, to take Penguin home and try to keep her live gave Sam a sense of purpose.

"The moment they rescued the bird, she started to heal emotionally and become a more functional person over again," says Bradley Trevor Greive, the United states-based Australian writer – all-time known for his global mega-seller, The Blue Day Volume – who collaborated in the writing of both Penguin Bloom and Sam's memoir.

Greive has a theory that, just equally nurturing Penguin was therapeutic for Sam and cheering for the boys, photographing the fledgling was skilful for Cameron. The burden on him had been immense. Besides existence the sole breadwinner, he was caring for Sam, looking after their sons and running the household. "He was the centre and soul and the engine room of that family unit," Greive says. "His moment of solace was to sit backside the lens and look for something beautiful at a time when everything was atrocious. I experience like that'south why his images are so remarkable."

Not everyone was beguiled by Penguin, or convinced that raising a wild bird in a domestic setting was a skillful thought. "I actually thought information technology was bizarre, the whole Penguin thing," says Bron Watts, Sam's oldest and closest friend. "There was birdshit everywhere, all through their house. And Penguin was quite ambitious towards other people. She would peck my hair. I felt as though Penguin didn't similar me."

Watts, who had gone to Thailand to be at Sam'south bedside, was slightly unnerved by her habit of chatting to Penguin. "I was like, 'Oh god, she's gone like the weird bird lady. Wow, she's really tripped over the edge.' " Bron laughs. "Yeah, I was a bit worried."

The mess was annoying, but – as Watts acknowledges – Penguin'southward company comforted Sam, and watching the bird's valiant efforts to learn to fly spurred her into improving her ain forcefulness and fitness. She worked so difficult on her kayaking that she fabricated the Australian paracanoe team for the 2015 world championships in Milan. Later she summoned the backbone to render to the surf, having decided that riding waves lying on a board was meliorate than non riding them at all. She was selected to compete in the adaptive surfing earth championships in California in 2018 and again early this yr, winning the gold medal in her division both times.

Winning the adaptive surfing world championships in California in 2018. Credit:Cameron Bloom

The publication of Penguin Bloom turned Sam into a minor celebrity. Overcoming a lifelong aversion to public speaking, she started giving talks everywhere from spinal rehab units to literary festivals and business breakfasts.

"Oddly, I kind of like it now," she says. "I like the feedback – talking to people after and hearing their stories." The book prompted a flood of emails, many of them from people with spinal injuries who said reading well-nigh Sam's experience had made them experience less solitary. She yet corresponds with some of them, offer what long-distance support she can. "And if I'm having a terrible day, I will achieve out to them and have a whinge," she says. "Nosotros whinge dorsum and forth, and it's really helpful."

Meanwhile, Penguin'due south fame grows. A three-minute video nigh the bond between the bird and the Blooms has been viewed 47 meg times in the two years it has been online.

The upcoming picture show – expected to screen in Australian cinemas early adjacent year – was filmed in part in the Blooms' house. The family unit moved out for almost 3 months, but at the request of Naomi Watts, who was both star and co-producer, Sam often watched filming from the wings. "It was pretty cool actually," she says. "I've never seen a motion-picture show being made before. Naomi would ring and say, 'What are you doing?' I'm like, 'Naught.' And she'd become, 'Can you please come to the set?' " Watts wanted Sam to help her get details right. "For example, if there was a scene where she was getting dressed, I'd say, 'You need to boring downwardly. Don't switch on your breadbasket muscles.' Things similar that."

With Naomi Watts, a star and co-producer of the upcoming film depicting the family's experience. Credit:Cameron Flower

One night, the Blooms invited Sam's friend Bron Watts (no relation of Naomi) and her married man to bring together them at a buffet. "Nosotros idea it was just going to be Sam and Cam," Bron tells me, "but half the cast was in that location. I'g talking to people whose children are acting equally Sam and Cam'southward kids, and they were just and then excited to exist role of it all. I all of a sudden went into a spin and outburst into tears in front of everyone. Cam pulled me out and said, 'What's happened?' I said, 'I can't believe they're all here making coin out of your misfortune. I can't believe they're so happy and Sam'due south in a frickin' wheelchair.' "

Naomi Watts and so came over to talk to Bron. "She was so nice and normal," Bron says. "I thought, 'She's the correct person to be playing Sam'. I came to terms with it afterwards that. I'g sure information technology volition exist a proficient thing for Sam and Cam."

The part of Penguin went to not ane but several trained magpies. "They were good at different things," says Cameron, himself played by the English language player Andrew Lincoln. For Cameron, who visited the gear up less ofttimes than Sam, the starting time solar day of shooting was highly emotional. "We sat here in the lounge," he says. "They were actually filming in Noah's room just you take the headsets on and you lookout man a lilliputian iPad, and then you see everything that's happening and you hear the dialogue. They say, 'Quiet on set. Activeness!' All those things. Then you hear the voice of the footling male child who played Noah." Cameron pauses. "I simply started crying."

"I didn't want to look at you because I don't like crying in public," Sam says to him. "And so Naomi comes out and she starts crying." Sam constitute the entire crew compassionate. She remembers the director, Glendyn Ivin, proverb, "Yep, it's okay for the states. Once the motion picture'southward finished we all move on to the next job, only yous're still stuck like this."

"I idea, 'That'south really nice, that he acknowledged that.' "

Penguin was with the Blooms for two years. Afterwards making her maiden flight in the living room, she started to brand forays around the neighbourhood. "She was always going down to the shops at Newport," says Cameron, who got excited calls from the dry-cleaner, a lovely woman with a potent accent. "She would say, 'Oh, you Penguin dad? The birdy go sing, sing, sing!' Because Penguin had a really incredible song. And she was friendly."

The young magpie grew more independent, venturing further afield and staying away longer. "She'd go for a calendar week and then come back," says Sam, who was as well spending more time away from the business firm by that point, training for kayak races and going to the gym. And so Penguin spread her wings and left for expert. Occasionally the Blooms thought they saw her in a tree or on a lawn, but to realise when they got closer that they were mistaken: "We'd be driving around," Sam says, "and the boys would yell out, 'At that place's Peng! Peng? Nah, it's not her.' "

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Everyone was pleased for her, really. The promise had ever been that she would return to the wild. And information technology seemed to Sam that, having come into their lives at exactly the right juncture, Penguin had too timed her departure perfectly. Though she, Cameron and the boys all missed her, they no longer needed her. In a sense, Penguin's work was done.

Non that Sam sees this as a story with a happy ending. Some people come to have their paralysis, she says. She is not i of them. "Sure, it gets a flake easier, simply I'll never be okay with information technology." Each morning, when she opens her optics and remembers what has happened to her, she is hitting by a wave of grief. Her body is still racked by hurting. Nevertheless, moments of joy tin be institute nigh days, and she has decided her life is worth living. Her sons are at present 18, 17 and about xv.

"I'm so glad I'm all the same here to run into them grow upward."

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