All of those who live share equally in mortality.
... an arresting thought in its simple, yet profound truth.
I have had both ends of this gentle poem in my experience. 4 years ago I felled a tree in our yard and was dismayed to find a finch had come down with it. I held him for a few minutes, then tried moving his head. He woke! He screamed! He flew crazily away and perched on another tree. I was so happy for him --so relieved. I wish I could have provided such service to absent friends.
I had another experience recently with a northern flicker that flew against my window, a long stem of grass still in his beak ... I held him, then placed him near a tree ... he finally flew over the lilac hedge ... hopefully, to complete freedom.I love your last thought ... oh, to have that possibility.
The birds we have rescued - and the ones for which there was no hope. Hope and despair are sometimes quite close. This was quite poignant for me, Teresa. Thank you.
I was bereft at seeing this beautiful bird as it passed ... I laid it in the grass under the trees, hoping its mate would find it, and at least know ... with the passing of someone I knew, the timing was beautiful and strange ... I felt as though they were one and the same ... as they were, of course.
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