Blackbird singing in the dead of nightBlackbird by John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
(Some thoughts on life and nature. Brought to you by the sacrifice of others we remember this Memorial Day)
A tiny baby blackbird, apparently fallen from its nest, drew my attention the other day. One of the adult birds, male or female I could not tell but I assumed it was the mother, attended to the little guy on the ground. I couldn’t tell if it was a scolding or an encouragement to stay brave, so I continued to watch.
The adult flew off, leaving the little guy hopping and fluttering on the ground, unable to fly and pleading for its mother to return.
Often the drama of nature is right before our eyes. It is not where you look but when. I just happened to look at the moment this drama unfolded.
My first instinct was to do something. Return it to the nest, care for it until it could fly. My wife and daughter often tease me about my need to help. They say I am a boy scout. In many ways, they are correct. Something inside me compels me to do something, even when I am uncertain of what to do.
Like the case of a bird fallen from a nest and the reality of nature.
I struggled with the choice but decided I should let fate and nature take its course. The stark reality of life, and its ultimate logic, is if you can’t fend for yourself, you perish. Nature is not cruel, it is not heartless; it is agnostic to survival.
Some live, some die.
But I was still troubled by not doing anything to help a fellow living creature.
Perhaps it is not that nature is indifferent about life, about who or what lives or dies. Perhaps nature knows life is a continuity of existence that goes on forever. Whether we have self-determination—free will—to live our lives or whether it is all pre-destination, in the end, doesn’t really matter. Life preceded us, and life will continue after us.
As it would for this little guy.
In this case, the boy scout won out, and I captured the little guy, returning him to his nest. For the rest of the day, the two adults took turns calling to the little one who answered back but clung firmly to a branch just outside the nest.
If he chose not to fly, or could not, he would perish, and other living creatures would feed off his body. If he flew off, he might live a long life. I will probably never know if my interceding extended his life for just a moment or if he is now enjoying the freedom of flight.
If someday hence, I come out to find evidence of a bird’s excretions on my windshield, I’ll take it as a sign that while his life may or may not have continued, life does.
I hope the little guy gets to leave his mark on many windshields and flies long and far under a warm summer sky.
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