Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Part of my deck is screened in.

I have 2 bird feeders on the deck and there are times when a little bird gets confused and flies into the screened-in section. A little chicka-dee found herself in such a predicament 2 days ago- flying into an area of 3 walls of no escape, and one section open to the world.




She had a one in 4 chance of easily making it out.


I stood at the kitchen window and watched her for a moment. My first impulse was to dash outside and help, but I waited. I watched her fly towards the screen and perch on it, then she looked towards the left, then the right, and then seemed to ponder. She next flew to a chair a few feet away, and again she looked left, then right, and paused for a moment.

For a tiny bird brain she seemed to be doing a lot of thinking.

Again she flew to the closest way out, but a screen kept her in. She flew back to the chair and re-grouped. In my heart I was shouting, "Little one, the way out is so close! What you want is right before you!"

Again she flew towards the screen and found herself trapped.

I felt my pulse rise slightly. Knowing I could set her right was foremost in my thoughts. I stepped away from the kitchen window and walked towards the living room to the deck door- but I was always looking through the windows and keeping an eye on her.

Before I reached the door she landed back on the chair- looked straight ahead, found her way out, and flew towards freedom without my help.

For a second I was that tiny bird.

looking, wondering...

10 comments:

/t. said...

you are
that tiny bird
&
will always find your way

thanks for your lovely observations, c

× × ×

/t.

Skunkfeathers said...

/t. said it well; the Mayden I've come to know and cherish, will always find the way. Your well of wisdom runs deep.

Take that moment on the chair. The way will always reveal itself to your wise eyes.

Lady Prism said...

sweet! :))

Ruela said...

beautiful!

/t. said...

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HAPPY <3 DAY TO YOU!

× × ×

/t.

Libby said...

haooy valentine's day, cora! this writing really touched my heart...

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Bad Bob said...

Even though the "bird brains" are small, they do have a pretty good survival instinct. It's worse when it happens in the evening when the lights are on as they are drawn to the light since their night vision is relatively poor.

I put out hummingbird feeders each year, and the same ones come back each year. Although this year the one with the red stripe around his neck didn't come back. He had been coming for at least 5 years.

I hope you are doing well.

Libby said...

cora, i have a new blog template, too!

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