Friday, 20 November 2015
A Bird in the Hand
Mr Chaffinch © GettyImage
Yesterday morning when I was sitting at my desk working quietly away I heard a loud bang on one of the front room
windows. Hearing nothing more I continued with what I was doing.
About ten minutes later her Ladyship dragged me out to go on a fuel run and as I was walking to the car she said
“What is that behind you on the path ?”
I turned and lying beneath a window was the crumpled form of a small bird that looked quite dead to me.
My first thought was to scoop it up and throw it into a hedge, but not wanting to waste time in getting a shovel, I stooped down and picked him up in my hands. It was then I noticed that the bird was warm on it’s right hand side and quietly said,
“ You poor little sod.”
The small bird moved feebly in my hand and I placed him gently on the lawn and got into the car.
After about twenty minutes we were home again and unloaded the car of it’s peat briquettes.
I stepped outside to see if the bird had flown off, but no it was still there.
I spoke to the bird and he turned his head, opened an eye and looked at me.
Once again I picked him up and held him in both of my warm hands for a few minutes talking away to Mr Chaffinch
and believing that he understood me. I told him that it was was time to take flight and immediately, as I opened my palms, he took off, flew high into the air and disappeared from sight.
Next time that I see a bird lying still on the ground I will check for life before disposing.