The kitchen window is often the spot through which I see all sorts of wildlife passing by. Ms. Foxy trots along the neighboring fence line each morning around ten o’clock. The red-tailed hawk perches in the old hackberry tree most mornings, and the little sparrows hang out in the forsythia bush just below the kitchen window. Every so often, a skunk, armadillo or opossum meanders by on its way into the woodlands down below the slope just behind the house. A hopper-style bird feeder sits in the distance where I watch winter birds feeding in the early morning sun. While I wash dishes or prepare meals, I find myself entertained by all of the passers-by on the north side of the house.
As I was washing up breakfast dishes this morning, the awful sound of a THUMP on the window, caused me to grab a towel to dry my hands and run outside. There I found a male Eastern Bluebird lying on the ground just under the forsythia bush. I could see it breathing so I knew it was still alive, but whether it was injured or not remained to be seen. I gently laid the towel over the bird so as to keep from frightening it further, picked it up, and carried it to the back porch.
Next, FD and I did a quick examination, but did not finding anything obviously wrong. I placed an old basket on its side and put the bird, still wrapped in the kitchen towel, inside the basket to protect it from the wind. Then I draped another towel over the opening to create a quiet atmosphere where the bird could rest. Every ten minutes or so we ventured out to take a peek to see how the injured bird was doing.
After fifteen minutes, our friend had emerged from the towel I had collected him with and, within thirty minutes, he was perched inside the basket. A few minutes later, he flew off to a nearby hackberry tree, where FD and I saw other bluebirds join him. I wondered if this little flock of bluebirds looked after each other, and if they had wondered about him during his absence? For a few minutes more, the flock of bluebirds sunned themselves on the branches and then flew off into the woodlands. Watching them leave, I felt a bit better about the well-being of that little bluebird, just knowing it was in the company of its mates now.
May we all get the help we need in the New Year, and be surrounded by blue birds of happiness when we need them the most.
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