Nothing actually stands between saying, “The river sang,” and “It was as if the river sang,” other than a set of rigid rules that forbids the former from being more than a metaphor. -Fr. Stephen Freeman
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Bird in the Morning
Like the king going to check on Daniel in the lion's den, I arose early in the morning and went to check on the bird.
It was still there, though it had hopped up from the flowerpot to a new perch on the scrollwork.
And I saw an adult robin on the mailbox nearby that seemed very much to be keeping its eye out for the little one.
Since that morning I haven't seen it, so I'm assuming that with the mama nearby, the little one got its flying lessons and is off exploring the wider neighborhood now.
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Sheila,
I've had a lot of little fledgling mockingbirds in my backyard this spring. No idea why, but I'm having to keep the dogs away from them.
Cheers,
Benito
My assumption would be it has flown away to investigate the rest of the world. The fact it had hopped to a higher location is a good indication.
Oh that's good, fledging can be sucha nerve-racking and heart-breaking time!
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