It was seven-ish this early Sunday a.m. when, from afar, I ear witnessed the telltale dull thud against the dining room windowpane. Even while en route to investigate, based upon past similar occurrences, I already knew what I’d discover. The key, yet to be addressed issues:
• The particular species involved
• The navigation error’s survivability
Well, the identification came immediately / conclusively; namely, The Robin (Michigan’s official state bird). And, judging from how the “fluff” had yet to be replaced by the typical solid orange, my unfortunate feathered friend, obviously, had recently left the nest.
As for sleuthing that navigation error and its aftermath? Knowing that I could not possibly provide aid, in any meaningful way; how my moving in for a closer look would only frighten the victim further, I remained indoors; less than one meter away.
Oh, how relentlessly this, flat on its back, disabled bird responded to the survival instinct that’s been programmed into us all; continued to gingerly test / retest its wings; try, oh, so desperately to become airborne, anew; to, in essence, get back into the game of life.
Alas, all to no avail.
As is true with most stories, of this nature, we’ll now be taking upward flight to the realm of the parable. You see, Robin’s last assignment in life was to file a new flight plan; to soar higher than ever before; to make the transition to mentor for the benefit of any and all onlookers; to remind us to remain indomitable; to embrace precious life right up to our very last breath.
Hmm, to now say, “The End” would hardly be apropos. We’d better make that…
The New Beginning
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