We were just about to leave for the bus to Portoviejo on Wednesday to go see a movie with our new friends Jeff and Eileen when Mary saw our caretaker’s cat run onto our patio with a baby dove in her mouth. Mary let out a yell and Miel (the cat) dropped the little bird onto the patio.
Mary thought the bird was dead and went to get a box to scoop him up so that Miel would not come back to it when suddenly the bird turned its’ little head and looked at Mary.
Mary moved the injured bird to the upstairs’ deck. She laid the box on its’ side and put water and bird seed next to the box.
We went to the movies and returned after dark to find the water and bird seed disturbed and the box empty. Mary had just about determined that the bird had flown away when she noticed it hunkered down roosting on a sea shell we have in the corner.
Mary took flash pictures of the box and the bird on the shell and we went to bed hoping the little bird would be alright in the morning.
In the morning, Mary checked early and the bird was still sitting on the shell. When I checked again an hour or so later the bird had mustered enough strength to fly away.
Mary asked me if I would draft a short poem to memorialize the event. So yesterday evening I wrote this poem:
A Day in the Life of a Fledgling
He boldly stepped up to the edge – his fledgling wings to try
And left the protection of the nest to see if he could fly
But as he pushed off with confidence to have a look around
He plummeted and took a bounce when he landed on the ground.
Now you really cannot blame the cat for following instincts’ call
As he raced to pick up the little bird after his fateful fall
He held the bird tightly in his mouth and carried him away
Adding a new terror to what was already a pretty frightful day.
But the bird’s bad luck was about to change when Mary let out a cry
And the cat dropped his prey as he ran away and left it there to die
Injured and dazed the little bird swiveled his head and blinked an eye
As Mary stepped up with a cardboard box and scooped up the little guy.
His savior brought him food and drink and a safe place to nest
And the miracle of nature’s God took care of all the rest.
After a good night’s sleep and healing time he greeted another day
And, with the wisdom learned from the experience, deftly flew away.
Sometimes it is the simple small joys in life that make it so rewarding.
Life is good in Ecuador!