Who knows what each day holds out for us…some days good, some days so, so, while some…. blah!
Today, was the one of the good days for my daughter and me. As we stepped out of the grocery store with a loaded cart, our minds wondering where we parked our car, we heard loud bird chirping within a few feet. We stopped excitedly to look for some song bird in the nearby cement planter. As we moved closer, the chirping got louder and our excitement grew stronger. Suddenly we spotted a little grayish black furry, feathery ball, whose voice was louder than its size. My animal loving daughter right away realized it was a chick fallen from a nest somewhere, and impulsively yet delicately, picked up the poor thing like a little mother hen – so protective was she, that I was having a hard time trying to get a good picture.
In the midst of all this frenzy, we forgot all about our cart with a lot of frozen items especially boxes of ice-cream sitting in the sun. Oh well,isn’t life, be it big or small, more important than some ever available eats?
My daughter instinctively decided she needs to take it home to nurture the poor little chick, which I could not yet ponder on. And before we knew, a loud flutter from the bush startled us, as Mother Bird swooped out of the thick bush which stood at our elbow’s reach. Luckily, instead of targeting us, she decided to perch nearby probably gauging the situation.
Then we heard some more chirping in the bush. We realized there should definitely be a nest hidden in that bush. We moved the branches aside when Momma Bird swooped close by, startling us again and moved to perch again on high to make sure we don’t hurt her baby.
What a nice sight awaited us, for there among the thick branches, was nestled a big, sturdy nest with one more visible chick, probably a little brother or a little sister. Very slowly and tenderly, my daughter placed the fallen birdie into the nest, reuniting it with its family.
By this time, we were starting to attract attention of fellow shoppers and had to move away before getting good shots of the birdies in their nest. We had to let go of photo shooting, so the birdies and the nest stay undisturbed, hidden and safe from curious humans.
As we pushed our formerly abandoned grocery loaded cart, I suddenly remembered the saying by my mom that in the animal/bird world, parents abandon their little ones, if they smell the scent of human – so we are not to pick them up when we find them around. Though I vaguely recalled that this is a myth, I mentioned the saying to my daughter who felt burdened with an unspeakable amount of guilt. We decided to go home and google about this which was a good thing for we were relieved to find out that according to Frank B. Gill, former president of the American Ornithologists’ Union, this thing about human scent and parent birds abandoning their young ones is not true.
It’s so beautiful that small things in nature can spark a little joy in our hearts in the midst of our routine lives. The touch and feel of that little birdie will be etched in my little daughter’s heart for a LONG time. And I am sure that together we will remember and recall this moment time and again during our mother-daughter chit-chats making our bonds stronger.