the storm last week brought me a baby sparrow. The high winds knocked down limbs and filled the backyard to the brim. So I rushed outside to clear a path for the flood. That's when I spotted the tiny bird clutching a twig in the flowing water.
The poor thing was soaked to the bone and shivering when I held it against my warm T-shirt.
Since the electricity was out, I couldn't warm it up with a hairdryer.
Instead I just held the tiny thing in my hand for the next hour.
It fell asleep, but I wasn't sure if it was asleep or dead.
After awhile it started to fluff up and open its eyes.
I was relieved and petted its head.
By now it was MY sparrow from MY garden and I felt I needed to get it back to its momma.
There was a lot of interest from the kittens!
I made a cozy nest for it on the back swing and it didn't even try to fly away.
It just sat there and listened for its mother.
So I stepped back...
...and stepped back.
And then it was gone....gone to its mother.
I miss my little sparrow and after holding one
I now feel quite differently about them.
And that's what the storm brought me....a memory...and
a tiny life to take care of
if just for a moment.