…and it Hit My Window Amazingly Hard!

When it hit my window, I thought for sure it was going to continue through the glass.

The loud THUD was directly to the left of me, as I worked on the computer, April first. But this was no April Fool joke.

I knew instantly what had happened. I slid the window open…. I could hear and see, others already gathering. They were calling out to their friend.

As I looked down,
I saw its little yellow body on the ground. 

Just laying there.

Motionless.

 

2 I looked down...
SO LIFELESS LOOKING

I shouted out the window, “It will be okay! You’re good! Hang in there….” Then grabbed my camera and hurried downstairs to watch the ‘Miracle’ transpire.

What Miracle, you ask?

The Miracle that was taught to me,
by my dearly departed friend/sis, Sarah.
And the way she taught it to me, was amazing.
It bore into my heart;
engrained for life.

Around 2010,
I was visiting Sarah,
in her beautiful rural west Michigan home.

She had an array of wildlife,
often visiting her yard and the outdoor upper deck.
We loved sitting on that deck,
overlooking the bayou wildlife.
Sandhill Cranes, deer, muskrats and other neighborhood friends,
gathered the bayou, to look at us.

On such a summer day,
a little chickadee collided with the sliding glass patio door.
There its lifeless body lay on the deck.
My heart went out to it as I rose and went to investigate.
From the looks of it,
certainly it was dead.

“Sarah, the poor thing.
What are we going to do with it?,” I asked sis.

While Sarah was filing her nails, she calmly asked,
“What do you mean?”

“This chickadee! It hit the window, Sarah.
You were here.
Look at it!
It’s dead!”

Sarah looked up,
“Are you sure? Let’s wait and see,”

and she went back to working on her nails.

And I cannot tell you how much time went by….
for in those moments
I felt detached from time.

However, I can tell you what I witnessed:

That little bird, which laid there with a ‘broken neck’, began to move.
It was very wobbly at first, as if in a drunken stupor.

But its wing was not held close to its body.
It must be
broken…..

 

chick wing
SUCH A COURAGEOUS LIL BIRD

 

Slowly, the bird regained its composure,
and attempted a flight.

It flew across the deck, within arms reach of both of us and
landed on the opposing deck rail,
next to me.

 

chick observing
LIL CHICKADEE, FEELING BETTER

 

There it sat and observed us.

 

chick watching
OBSERVING THE HUMANS

 

And in short order,
with a wink and a nod,

off he flew to his awaiting feathered friends in the trees.

 

I was amazed!

Speechless!

I had written that ‘broken bird’ off, for dead….

And here I am now,
eight years later,
at the side of a beautiful yellow bird, who certainly looks dead.

 

3 I went down
LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING

I began talking to him. “It’s ok. You will be alright. You are strong.”

Before long, I noticed it’s little chest moving.

There was the breath of life.
Healing.
Mending.
And its chest movement began to get more rapid and pronounced.

Then there was slight body movement, or was it the wind? And as I brushed an ant away, the noise caused him to react.

 

4 awake
HE BEGINS TO OPEN HIS EYES

And I continued talking and assuring that I was not there to harm him.

The bugs were moving in, wanting to pick away at this fresh prize meal. I kept brushing them away, “Go pick on someone your own size, bug!”, I scolded.

As I watched, the bird began to swallow. Then more of him became active.

What transpired next, still amazes me.

As the bird began moving more body parts, stretching/flexing legs and feet, something took over within me. I found myself snapping my fingers 3 times and saying, “Come on now. Get up. The bugs are moving in. Don’t just lay there!”

And with the snapping of my fingers, that ‘broken bird’ flipped over onto its feet. Then quickly scurried past me, to the nearby vegetation. Soon, he found himself a nice solid perch to rest and heal on.

 

5-up.jpg
RESTING & HEALING & PREPARING

<_>

6 moving
WAS WONDERFUL TO SEE HIM MOVING AROUND

He was not quite ready to fly,
but did manage to do a test flight
and seemed to perch ok.

7 perching
PERCHED ON THE RIM

He dismounted and started hopping across the patio, away from me. That is when I bid him well and went inside.

Some time later, I went out to see where he might be. I found him in the side yard, hopping his way to better shelter. He appeared to be holding his wings ok. None were ‘dragging’, as if broken.

He hit that window SUPER hard. He must be quite bruised and just needs more time for healing. I wished him well and went on my way. Nature will do what nature does best.

Thank you for reading! I value your being here,
ren

More posts of who Sarah is…..

Daily Prompt: swallow

8 comments

  1. Hi Ren,

    a miracle called life. I really did not know that birds had such a power of regeneration.It’s really a miracle happening in front of your eyes Ren. You are blessed .Life does not like to be limited.It wants to grow and to prosper. Little bird wants to fly and no window will stop her ! Fly little bird, fly !

    Stay blessed Ren

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    • Thank you so very much, Ben. When I saw it laying motionless on the ground, it took all I had in me to ‘trust and believe’ that it would live. I did my best to keep ‘doubt’ out.

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  2. i love the bird story! fabulous! and it reminded me of a story my friend told me the other day of her friend who came home and found his daughter laying under water in their pool…he jumped in and began to resuscitate her, everyone kept saying, she’s gone, let her go, she’s gone….but he didn’ t listen, he just kept doing everything he could do and suddenly she came back!! she was fine and this event changed the trajectory of his life. thank you for sharing ren! inspiring!

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    • Thanx Aja! You are welcome. And thank you greatly for sharing such an inspiring story.

      We truly are powerful creator beings, when we consciously choose to create what we want.
      Such a wonderful time to be on Earth.
      Thanx again and I appreciate you being here.!

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