Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .
Have you ever thought of a reason why that birds should fly up in the sky when all we can do is walk on the land no matter how hard we plan and even though we all might try we know that we can never fly.
My dogs run and jump and play with paws on the ground to help them stay firmly fixed as they walk around no thoughts of flight nothing that profound as content with life as it stands flying is just not in their plans.
The fish in my ponds all behave used to their life below the waves and even though they may swim and jump they are much too solid a lump to leave the water just a little way and flying for them is only play.
I envy the birds to have this skill to come and go at their will sometimes walking on the ground alert to danger that is all around a quick little hop and away they go leaving the danger far below.
Success. What a wonderful word. I’m sure that it is very appropriate even when applied to acts of Nature. I’m talking about the Wrens and the babies they have been raising just 2 feet from my back door. See my original blog.
Yesterday, I went outside and spotted one of the babies on the ground under the nest. So I carefully picked it up and placed it back in the nest. Next thing I knew, the second baby jumped out and landed in a box containing glassware to be re-cycled. I fished that one out and put it back in the nest and the first one jumped out again and landed under a small step into the doggie door. I moved the step and rescued the baby bird and put it back in the nest and became aware that both of the parent birds were no more than 5-6 feet away from me and kicking up a fuss.
Then it dawned on me. The bird that I had seen yesterday on the brim of the hat was getting ready for the “big event” The birds were deliberately jumping out because it was time for them to leave the nest and all I was doing was getting in the way. My pathetic efforts of rescue were misguided so I hastily bid a quick retreat and from a safe distance, watched as the parent birds coaxed the babies into the air. The first couple of flights were short and ended up with the babies crashing onto the ground but finally they were up, although somewhat shakily, following their parents into the nearest tree.
Then I lost sight of them but could hear them still in the trees as they acclimatized themselves to their new mode of transport. I was so fortunate that I was able to witness this phase of the baby’s life and even luckier to be able to hold them both. They were so small and so delicate and yet perfectly formed. I walked around for the rest of the day like a proud father with his first newborn.
Today, when I went outside, I could hear the babies around somewhere as they demanded food from their parents but was not able to see them. I consider myself one of the lucky few to be able to watch Mother Nature in all of her glory, so close as these Wrens went about raising their two babies. I felt even more grateful that the babies survived to fly off and join the world of nature.
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