Saturday, October 10, 2015
Bird of Hope
They were quite beautiful; yellow, gray and black feathers with a stubby sort of beak. We watched them flutter around, and listened to them chatter for several minutes, before heading downstairs.
Just as we reached the ground floor we heard a loud thump! We instantly knew that one of those birds had hit a window, and had hit it hard. We went out the back door and looked around; my husband saw downy feathers flying and quickly located the little bird.
He reached down, picked up the little guy, whose foot was stuck between the deckboards, and cradled him in his hands. He was limp and unconsious and we saw blood coming out of his open beak, and where his beak met his head.
As the minutes ticked by he seemed more and more alert, yet his beak remained open and full with blood. Within five or so minutes my husband set him down, in a flower basket. At first he seemed a bit unstable, but eventually he was able to hold himself upright.
I sat with him, petting his head for ten-ish minutes as he vacillated between dozing and alertness. I did not know what to do, so I said a little prayer; I prayed that God in his wisdom would heal this little feathered creature and allow him to fly free again.
I know that may seem selfish and that I may sound a bit like a doubting Thomas, but sometimes an extra sliver of hope comes along, just when you need an extra boost. Sometimes you DO get what you ask for; so I asked.
I decided to go inside and see what the little guy would do; I was still torn about whether or not to try and clear the blood from his beak, or to leave him alone. After a short time I went back outside; he was still sitting in the flowers and I once again began to stroke his head and body, looking to see if I could see any other injuries. I also grabbed the camera!
I once again came into the house; the female bird flew closer and kept watch. The little guy that hit the widow began to shake his head; he began to rub his beak on the flowers; we figured that he was trying remove the blood. He continued in this manner for a while and then became still. I wasn't sure whether he was worn out; or dead.
I went out one more time and saw that his eyes were closed; I stroked his head and he opened his eyes. I saw that he was able to shake bloody bird seed from his beak, and that his beak was now closed; I saw this as a hopeful sign.
I stepped away and the bird from between the baskets flew to the tree, the female flew to the tree, and then our little miracle bird joined them! I was elated and full of awe; this little guy, had my husband not picked him up, would likely have died.
I truly feel as though I witnessed a miracle and was sent a Bird of Hope this morning; I Praise God, Thank God and am so grateful to be here, to share this miracle with you!