Not The Way Of The Birds

I just got home from work. I don’t live far so it only takes minutes on a good day.  This evening I was sitting at a traffic light.  For once I wasn’t even impatient.  I would be home in a couple of minutes.  I don’t have to work tomorrow.   My time, right now, is mine.   Relax.  I looked over to my right and something caught my eye.   I looked down at the sidewalk where I saw a little bird moving it’s head in a very abnormal way.  I’m no Dr. Doolittle but it just seemed odd I guess.

The light changed, the car in front of me was moving so I started moving.  But I looked back at the bird.  And there were actually two birds.  One was very obviously dead.  The other appeared, to my untrained eye, to be trying to nudge the bird up, or awake, or please respond.

The death of the one bird was not nearly as sad to me as the other bird trying to move it in to living.

I couldn’t help but wonder, does the bird understand?

I have no idea how animals communicate or if any or all of them can or can not.

But we can.  I thought how it might be, to not be able to communicate about something so emotional.   Just from the few seconds I saw of that bird it appeared emotional to me, to the bird.   But we have that ability.   To communicate.  Blessing.  And curse.  That it is.

We can talk to one another.  We can explain to one another.  We can express, describe, soothe, tell jokes, comfort.   We can ask questions.   We can say whatever it is we need to, want to, should and/or shouldn’t say.

But that bird….

I just don’t know if he could or couldn’t.   Or if he understood.  I guess if I was a bird I would know the way of the birds.

But since I’m not I guess I only know the way of us.   And even at that, I’m not all that sure of it.

7 thoughts on “Not The Way Of The Birds

  1. Wow. Maybe this was a sign from the universe of connection, community. Birds travel in flocks. Maybe you will be there for others or they will be there for you. Or maybe there is something you need to let go of. It sounds like this encounter was pretty powerful medicine…

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    • Interesting, because connection and community have been on my mind for quite some time. I question it, my place in it, the need for it…. And there is something very large that I need to let go of. You are quite intuitive!

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  2. I enjoy the way you let your mind just relax, and think about the things that so many of us don’t think twice about…because we’re too busy thinking about ourselves…Thank you for helping me to continue to open my eyes to find pleasure, inspiration and a sense of wonder about the little things in life that tend to somehow put a smile on my face:)

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    • You’re welcome Lori Cotten! I find myself finding more joy in the very little things I notice. Probably because it took me a very long time to stop looking for “better” things and see the good of the life I have. 🙂

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  3. So so many people would not have noticed the birds…

    Oh Colleen, I wonder too. But we saw news here of a dog that wouldn’t leave the coffin side of its owner who was a soldier back from war. That was WAY sad. I think some animals have more perception than others. I do feel sorry for the bird, because it would be just so confusing their mate just “stopped/dropped dead”, and all this traffic whizzing by. This gives me a big sad sigh, this one!

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    • I know Noeleen. I wondered if the bird “understood” at all, was it “hopeful”. What kind of comprehension does it have? I know it’s movements indicated it desperately wanted the other bird to move, to get up.

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