Fledgling hope…

Yesterday when I backed out of my driveway to pick up Cheyenne from school I saw a small bird sitting on the driveway in the space that my car had covered moments before.  I found it curious that it didn’t move away from the car as I was backing out.   From where I was in the car I couldn’t tell if it was dead or alive, so I had to get out of the car and go look at it up close.  I was hoping that upon my approach the little bird would take flight, but it didn’t.

When I was virtually upon it I could see that one side of its face was bloody and that it looked terribly disoriented and weak.  Uggh – not the kind of thing I like to see. I don’t like being exposed to the realities of nature – I like being naively oblivious whenever possible to the fact that poor little creatures get hurt and die.

The injured little bird was a fledgling.  This is the time of year when the mama birds push them to fend for themselves and every year – without fail – we have a sad fledgling situation that I am exposed to.  I dread it.  I love birds and as I said I like to try and stay naively oblivious whenever possible to the realities of fledglings who don’t make it.

I knew I would have to do something about the fledgling after I picked up Cheyenne. When I pulled away I saw a mockingbird on the roof with its eye on the fledgling, plus and I live in a neighborhood full of elementary school age boys who love to fiddle with creatures…I figured I was the only hope the fledgling had.  So I hurried home after picking up Cheyenne and managed to get the poor little frightened flegling into a small cat carrier with some food and water.  I wasn’t even sure if the fledgling could eat birdseed or not – but that was I had so that was what I gave it.  I put the carrier outside by the bird feeder so his mother would know where he was, but I kept the kennel door closed so that he would remain safe.

I then proceeded to do what I always do in such a situation – call all the family members to get their opinion on what I should do next. Sarah thought I should give the fledgling a worm.  I told her that I think the mama bird chews up the worm first and them regurgitates it – I wasn’t going to do that – that being: a) touch a worm; b) chew it up; or c) regurgitate it.  I instead opted to pray that the fledgling could eat the fine grained seed I had provided.  Mike said the fledgling was likely going to die no matter what I did, but thought it was good that I tried to do something.  Cory said about the same, but then added that the fledgling’s chances to survive were likely improved because of my intervention.  That made me happy.  I wanted to believe that the little fledgling might just survive in spite of it all.

After it was dark out and the kids had gone in for the night I went out and opened the door to the kennel.  I figured that way the fledgling could go back out into the world if it was so inclined.  I also hoped the mama bird might step in and help in the quiet of night.

This morning when I walked out to take Cheyenne to school I was very happy to see the fledgling hopping around by the bird feeder.  It was like a sign from God that little things do make a difference in a sensitive universe.  In the fledgling this morning I saw the hope that I had placed in its survival validated.

I haven’t seen the fledgling again since this morning.  I hope it survives, but I guess I’ll never really know.  At least this year, with this fledgling, I had an opportunity to ever so slightly change what might have been its destiny.  For that I am grateful.

Day one thousand and thirty of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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One Response to Fledgling hope…

  1. katherine says:

    Thank you for caring and taking care.

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