Day before yesterday I was in a hurry to get to a meeting but as I backed-out of the driveway I saw a nest and close by there was a fat little baby bird on the gravel. I was so tempted to leave it so not to be late but I just couldn't do it. I parked the car, went inside to get a glove, then checked the baby bird. It had a couple of fire ants on it but otherwise seemed fine. I picked up the nest and fastened it to a tree, tucked the birdie into the nest and wished it good luck. Then sped off to work.
Later that evening when I returned home it was late and the weather was stormy. I feared for the little bird but turned it over and over to my Higher Power. The next day I checked and there was the outline of its little body defined by a massive amount of fire ants and only hoped its death had been swift. The empty nest was still attached to the tree. I grieved the baby bird's death and felt powerless. I went to work and when I saw Sho last night told him about the baby bird and its death. He listened and agreed it was very sad. I grieved and felt the loss. I console myself with the loving thought these baby birds are probably in bird heaven flying around happy and free. It's my fantasy.
Here is a woman who talks about her near death experience and I feel reassured.
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