Today’s little bird-sparing event
There is a special feeling about sparing the life of an animal. Today, I was driving out to the main street to take some boxes to the UPS store. I live on a dead end. The oncoming traffic has a stop sign. I had the right-of-way, so turned the corner before the vehicle that was stopped. There was an unusual-looking bird in the street. I was trying to figure out what kind it was. I thought maybe it was a baby duck. I noticed as I approached, it didn’t fly away. So I stopped the car, close enough that I couldn’t see the bird in front of my hood, and waved the other person around me. I noticed a robin in the neighbor’s yard, who seemed interested. And then I saw the bird that was in the street sort of hop into the grass toward the robin. I decided the bird was a fledgling who wasn’t quite old enough to fly yet, but bigger than the average baby bird. And not only was I glad that I didn’t assume the bird would get out of my way, as birds generally would, but there was a “parental moment”, as I observed what I might consider a sense of relief from the adult robin. It was just a moment in time. And I’m glad I had the right-of-way, because who knows if the other vehicle would have stopped?