One Little Robin

The other morning I sat in quiet contemplation which I do most mornings. I was sitting on the couch enjoying my morning coffee. I could  heard the chirp of a young bird. When I looked outside to pinpoint where noise came from, I saw a young Robin in our rose Sharon tree. The tree this year is larger than usual and provides just enough cover to protect my young friend. Luckily,  this tree is right infront of the picture window in our living room. So from the vantage point from the couch I can easily see him. I find the words living and room interesting.  A place to stretch out our wings and live. Everyone needs room to live. The rose of Sharon was a living room for my little feathered friend and I could see he wasn't strong enough to fly.

Thoughtful segways:

When legs are strong enough, hold on

When wings are strong enough, let go.

A bird will learn to fly but he must first learn to flutter, if not, he will never learn to land.

Soar when you can,  rest when you must.

But for now he is looks to skies for mom or dad. He is looking for two things: food and comfort.  And he is also looking foward to taking his first flight. While he waits he watches butterflies as they flutter happily above. I watch as he flaps his wings and hops from branch to branch. Once in a while Mom and dad come down. They didn't give up on him. He chirps with joy.  His belly is full and his energy is increasing. More flapping. 

He now knows someone else is watching. That someone is me.  I am also praying for the little fellow. I don't look too long. Every living thing needs space. I look out and sent out encouragement.  You can do it. I say.  Morning and night I look to see if he is gone. If he has survived and if he flew away.

The next morning I was sitting having my morning coffee on the couch but something is missing. There is no chirping today.  He is gone.  My yards, front and back are playgrounds for birds, butterflies, bunnies and unfortunately, hungry cats. I am worried about my young chirping friend.

Suddenly, I hear a familar chirp.

I look out the kitchen window and on the back porch looking right at me is a bird. The bird. He still has few extra feathers poking out here and there but he has survived. I am overjoyed. He hopped closer still, looked at me blinked his eyes as if to say thank you, then he turned around and flew away. 

He wasn't as graceful as mom and dad but young wings have to learn how to soar there own way. It was a reminder that angels are real but sometimes they need our prayers to help them fly. But once they learn to fly, they don't just fly, they soar. 

So strange I was just finishing up my thoughts on this story from the couch. A Robin just flew up sat on the window sill looked in pecked at the pane and flew away. I consider these moments "winks from heaven" proof that there are no coincidences, there is awareness and the blessings that come with it. 

I see you. I love you. Maybe God bless you. You got this. Stretch your wings. Soar.