#What in Nature are you grateful for?
In Pam Grout’s book on the practice of Gratitude, “Thank and Grow Rich“, she mentions readers receiving 4 gifts from The Universe as signs affirming their thoughts.
One of the 4 gifts is to come in the form of “A Magical Blessing from the Natural World”.
I must confess, due to a lack of further explanation by Pam, I was a little skeptical about the whole bird thing.
That is, until Tuesday just gone, when I took my client’s dog, River, out for her afternoon walk. The route we took went past 2 houses with a very narrow strip of vacant land between them. This strip was mostly overgrown with brush and some trees. As River walked past the strip, she flushed out a young fledgling bird from the underbrush. I seem to have a knack for finding unidentified birds, as this one was a mystery to me.
The fledgling clearly wasn’t used to flying, and had either flown out of its nest and couldn’t get back home, or maybe it had fallen out of its nest?
I didn’t want River catching the bird and harming it, so I crept up to where it had flapped to, next to the wall of one of the houses. I crouched down, and, thanks to my birdcatching expertise with my Japanese Quails (who admittedly are quite handtame), managed to catch the bird neatly with one hand.
I don’t really understand the old saying “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”, because clearly that didn’t apply here. Anyway, the fledgling tried to flap its way out of my grip, but I got its wings pinned down well, and after a few seconds, it seemed to accept my presence and relaxed in my hand. I was expecting to get a few painful pecks, (as my budgies always do to me on the rare occasions when I have to handle them). But this baby lay nice and quiet in my hand.
Can anyone identify which species of bird this is?
Anyway, I then cast around looking for a likely place where this baby could have come from. If it couldn’t fly all that well, it couldn’t have flown very far from its nest. I soon found what looked liked a birds nest in one of the trees belonging to the house on the left of the vacant strip. That Could be the fledgling’s nest, it was possible…or it might be some other bird’s nest, in which case my poor foundling would have to move on right sharply when the nest’s real owners returned.
Anyhow, I had to place the bird somewhere high enough that dogs and cats couldn’t get at it easily. That nest (or bunch of twigs) in that tree seemed the safest bet. So I carefully deposited my little fledgling there, and wished it all the best.
It was only as I walked away to resume walking River, that it hit me: The Universe/Mother Nature had truly just gifted me with a sign, in the form of a bird.
There’s no such thing as a coincidence, right? Man, am I humbled! 🙇