Hestitation

This little bird was in our back yard one evening in July chirping away.  It couldn’t fly and we doubted that it would make it through the night.  

But the second day it was precious to see momma and papa bird feeding it and darting around the yard protecting it from would be intruders.  They would fly away and return with a worm. They would flit to the bird bath and scoop water and drop it in the birdie’s mouth. They were flapping and coaching it to fly up one more level and over the fence and into a tree. They cared and carried on all afternoon. Diligent and tenacious.  Earnest.  And the bird did finally make it over the fence by evening.

I hesitate to tell the story because it didn’t have a happy ending. On the third day my husband saw a baby bird carcass out on the street.

Huge disappointment.  We know disappointment.

And the birds seemed to have a message.

Help when you can.
Give if you can.
Chirp when you need something.
Keep flapping.
Don’t hesitate to help and give and love like it matters – because it does – no matter what the outcome.

On the fourth day another tinier bird was in the same predicament in our back yard as the first fledgling had been.  Momma and papa hovering, flapping and feeding.  

This time the little feather ball made it.  

Don’t hesitate.