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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