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Sunday, May 6, 2007
It’s only… a bird - and it’s breaking my heart.
This morning around 8 AM a huge thunderclap woke me and ever since it was down pouring and pouring and thunderstorms off and on. There was so much water coming down that the gutters and the earth could not keep up and we had parts of our yard a couple of inches under water. It was a constant down and down, all the water there could be - so bad even that Jim had to turn around and could not come today for his counseling as the highway was flooded with water and he was running danger of being carried away.
By this evening there had only been a few short breaks before the next wave of water arrived. While I was painting I heard the birds outside through the water gushing and one bird I heard over the other going on and on in it’s high pitched voice. Suddenly I noticed that darkness was not too far off and I was thinking about these poor birds in all this rain, their nests probably disintegrating, one by one. I then had the idea of finding some kind of shelter for them, knowing very well that they probably would back off from the human smell, but I thought, well at least I tried.
While I was considering these facts I realized that this one bird still was peeping at the top of its lungs and suddenly I thought what if it’s one of the two little sparrows from the other day hoping on my deck and it fell out of it’s nest or is hurt or something?
I quickly went to the deck, and lo and behold, there the screamer was, 2 inches at most in lenght and so drowned in water that I barely saw him at first, flush against one of my bamboo pots. I wasn’t even sure if that was a dead bird, and knowing I should not touch it with my hands I took a little stick and it peeped and moved, it was absolutely soaking wet! So wet it could not even fly!!
In the garage I found a plastic plant pot and with the help of the little stick I got the bird into it and into a semi-dry environment. I also found some dry green stuff, used usually for indoor potting but with that and a white small cloth it has a nest, even though this one also got wet with the water not stopping to pour down. But at least it’s not completely drowning in a water puddle.
I hope so much it has a chance of drying out and then to fly again tomorrow and to find it’s own food… though judging from the manner it was peeping and opening it’s peak and throat, I doubt it’s able to find food by itself, even though it can fly a few feet and I am quite sure I had seen it hoping around on our deck the other day. But I can’t feed it, all the worms are drowned and none was showing when I went searching and I don’t know if it will survive the night.
It’s just a bird, a toy for some, food for others, a menace again for the next, but something alive with it’s own world, just one in several billions, just one.
And it’s breaking my heart.
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Next morning I went there, expecting the worst - but lo and behold, the bird had made it. The little nest of cloth and greenery I had built had dried nicely over night and from the form the cloth showed I saw that something had cuddled into it and made it more comfy. And the pot and temporary nest was empty and my search close and a bit further away did not reveal any dead bird - so I think he or she really made it! And that made my day :-)
Comment by marlyse — Saturday, May 12, 2007 #
Even the tiniest of birds is worth the concern, love & hope you gave it, in deed and spirit.
This made my day, also!
Comment by DearestDragonfly — Friday, May 25, 2007 #