Entry 27 - August 2, 2010
~ One Little Bird, One Big Lesson
Some say that God is speaking to us all the time . . . and a recent event in our backyard is proof He certainly is doing just that.
Back in June, my 12 (now 13)-year old daughter Cassie was playing on the swing set in our backyard while I was reading a book on the patio. It was a beautiful sunny spring day, with a cool breeze and plenty of sunshine - very tranquil.
But that calm was interrupted by an urgent, "Mom, come here - there's a bird under our slide!"
Sure enough, she was right. A tiny little baby robin, with small wings and complete with speckles across its chest, proceeded to hop around the swing set as Cassie and I watched on in amazement. Neither one of us had been this close to a wild bird before!
He appeared to be as equally inquisitive of us as we were of him (at least we "think" it was a boy bird). As we sat on the grass, enjoying the cool breeze and sunny skies, he continued to look at us, almost as if to say, "Hey, who are you?"
Then he did something that - had we not seen it with our own eyes - I would have found difficult to believe.
He hopped over to Cassie and proceeded to jump on her lap and then into her open hand! As you can see in the picture, this little bird had the sweetest expression of innocence and complete trust.
And at that moment, I felt that God was speaking to us through this sweet baby bird - that God wants us to trust Him in the same way the little bird trusted Cassie to take care of him and protect him.
After numerous phone calls, I was able to reach a man from the local chapter of the Audubon Society, who informed me that this was the time of year that many robins were "fledgling" and learning to fly and be independent from their parents. He was very surprised to hear how friendly this little bird was and was appreciative of how we wanted to protect it during this vulnerable stage of its young life.
He advised us to put the bird on a high but sturdy tree branch, preferably a spruce, which we just happened to have in our front yard. That way, he explained, the bird could be protected from roaming cats and other animals and still be able to be fed and cared for by its parents. He also
recommended we put the bird in a box, like a shoe box, to give it some additional protection.
My daughter and I took the little bird, who we initially placed in our pine tree near our patio, and placed the little bird in the box (very carefully) on a high branch of the spruce tree.
A few hours later, we went to check on him and he was still there, looking up at us curiously, but unafraid. We made one more check before bedtime and saw at least two adult robins around the tree branch. Cassie and I thought that was a good sign.
A week passed, and Cassie and I wondered how the little bird was doing. We knew that we had done everything possible to ensure its safety and well-being, and knew that he was in God's hands.
One night that same week, I went out into our backyard to water our garden plants. As I walked by the pine tree near our patio, I heard a rustling sound coming from the branches - and upon further inspection, I found the baby bird - the same one that visited our yard! How was I sure it was the same bird? Maybe it was a "gut" feeling, but this little bird had the same sweet expression and curiosity . . . I believe God sent him back to our yard to let us know he was OK.
I've heard it say that God speaks to us in many ways throughout our lives, and all we have to do is listen and be open to Himů . . . and to
help those who are most vulnerable. It's certainly a lesson our family won't be forgetting anytime soon!