Little bird what say you.
July 9, 2011
We were on a blanket on a hill under a tree at the park. Suddenly Sara said, “look at the little bird” and there was a tiny bird planted in the grass right in front of us. It was only about one foot from our blanket and it seemed to be staring straight at us. It was not moving except for an occasional blink and obvious breathing. Neither of us saw it arrive there, so we didn’t know if it flew, fell, or hopped over but there it was. And there it stayed, for at least a half hour, staring right at us. I moved closer. It chirped once. I was talking to it, trying to send it bird love, wondering if it was injured or just a baby or what. I tossed it some crumbled cashews but it did not eat them. I just looked into its little bird eyes for a long time. We decided if we moved away from it maybe it would inspire it to move or try and fly. So we moved back about five feet. It stared. Then it started chirping more and finally it hopped away and tried to fly (with no luck), but it kept hopping to and fro. After another half hour of watching it hop around, watching other birds come near it, listening to it chirp, worrying that it was maimed and analyzing every flutter, we decided to leave it to nature. That was a very difficult thing to do.
Before we rode away, we asked why a little bird sat one foot in front of us, staring, unflinching for at least half and hour when it was obviously able to hop away. I muttered some business about the universe, nature and timely lessons (that I will not go into depth on here). But I think it meant something, as things often do. I am just not sure what yet.
This is the bird. This is the close photo taken on my iphone with no zoom. I hope s/he is okay or at peace in some way or another.
