I’m not a nature photographer. Not much of a photographer, generally, but when something captures my attention, I feel compelled to snap a pic – even if just with my trusty i-Phone.
This morning? A feathery ball of fluff caught my attention. A tiny newbie – not bigger than the length of my thumb. Clumsily, she landed on the back of a deck chair.
Bird Mom was nearby as she frantically attempted to shoo and scoop the little one to a higher perch. Maybe their nest in the nearby shrub?
Mama swooped in, time and again, but baby just shook. Scared and unsure. How did she land there, she must’ve wondered.
I figured I should keep watch. And I did. For over an hour. Sometimes baby bird would look at me, not afraid (as I sat just two feet away) but curious. I spoke to her. Did my “it’s okay, she’ll be back” whispers mean anything? Provide any comfort? I imagined I looked ridiculous, but I kept it up.
Bird Mom gave me an extra angry wing flap when she circled the babe. I’d lean back – hoping she wouldn’t see me as a predator. Just an early morning cheerleader and inquiring mind. Will baby fly and leave the chair? Can she fly? Is she hurt? How will the story end? Hoping for a reunion, of course, I wanted to see it.
But I was foolish. Greedy, even. I had a front row seat at a natural wonder. That was enough. Or that’s what I told myself. A quick trip to the microwave to warm my coffee resulted in some sort of resolution. When I returned, both Bird Mom and baby were gone. And I smiled. Reunited, I’m sure.
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