No Good Deed...

 

As I went out back to throw some things away I almost stepped on a little (dead) baby bird! **Awww…** Then on my way back saw another one near by! **Aww...** Then, saw another one. **At this point, ewww…** So I go inside to get a plastic bag to pick them up and throw them away. Clearly some squirrel or cat got to the bird house attached to the side of my house.

I get some rubber gloves and something to scoop them up. I scooped up one and two, but when I got to the third he started moving! I was taken aback and knew I couldn’t just throw him away with his siblings!

So, I go inside to get a chair to place in the gravel, behind a big arse tree-bush, teetering over the window well to the basement to get to the bird house on the side of my house. I scoop up the bird, stand on the chair, balancing better than a Bolshoi Prima Ballerina! And, then, I begin to realize I’m getting shorter or the house is getting taller…oh no! I’m sinking. So I’m praying that I don’t drop this little bird who is weakly chirping, but I’m able to place him on the ledge of his home right before 2 legs of the chair go straight into the ground. Proud of my gallant efforts **and thanking God for sparing my life** I begin to walk away and see that the baby bird has wiggled to a point of it almost falling off the ledge.

So I run back to reposition the chair even further in the gravel, behind the big arse tree-bush, teetering over the window well to the basement to get to the bird house on the side of my house. I take my gloved hand and work speedily before the chair goes straight into the ground again and I’m able to shove the little bird into the tiny hole. **Knew not to touch -so no human scent is on him so won’t be rejected by parents. Thanks Vigo County Public Schools**

I stand back – proud of my efforts to save God’s creatures. And, all of this still in my church clothes! I go back into the house and peep through the curtains as the parental birds are flying back to the nest. I hear all sorts of commotion as I’m sure they are chirps of happiness that one of their offspring survived. My chest puffs up as I’m sure I have gained another jewel in my crown in heaven. But then, the commotion becomes greater, and more birds flock to the nest. I think to myself, this must be what Joseph felt like as the animals and the Wise Men came to see Jesus. But, then the commotion seemed to take a turn and the tweets became a little more forceful and it seemed the birds were now fighting.

Hmmm…then it hit me. Did I put the little bird in the right nest? **blank stare**

Doh! **said in best Homer Simpson voice**

Now, all of the things I write are my life's lessons. I share so that maybe others can learn from what I've been through or seen. I don't have all the answers (well, maybe most...) but its something to ponder. I'm not a therapist and this is not intended to provide counseling or advice. Just someone who feels they've learned a thing or two.