Today, in two different instances, I was told that I made rash decisions and I was not patient.......
Made me so mad!
The rest of the morning, I thought of my favorite childhood book, That Makes Me Mad, by Steve Kroll.
(This book was written about Margaret Alice!)
Later in the evening, I found rest in my yard.
The sun warmed my shoulders as the cool breeze played in my hair and down my neck.
I strolled around my yard and solved life's problems as the sun set on my porch.
I regained my Smile, as I photographed Spring.
Then Jeff joined me, in my happy place, and informed me of a baby bird that fell, or was thrown, or was abandoned under one of my large Nandena bushes.
I investigated the site and found the baby bird, without feathers, without eyes, but pushing out it's undeveloped wings and simultaneously kicking out its giant feet. I could see the organs through its baby, featherless body. It was struggling.
Someone I have never met began to take over my body. My heart had a weird feeling, as if it cared for this animal. My eyes moistened and my voice quivered as I told Jeff, "you have to do something!"
We discussed putting it in one of two bird nests in nearby trees, but we knew that would only bring harm or abandonment of the eggs in those nests.
We discussed that nature needed to take its course. The baby had to be so far from the nest and mama bird, and it could not be saved.
But I....well, the sweet stranger that was possessing my body at the moment, thought the baby bird needed to be put out of misery.
After pleading and pushing Jeff (animal lover) to kill the baby, he reluctantly, but obediently, chopped its head off with the shovel and buried the severed (yet still kicking) body.
As soon as he covered the body with the dirt, a bird flew out of the top of the bush, 5 inches from the burial.
"Oh no!" I gasped as Jeff said "no, you have to be kidding me."
Then we heard the tiniest peeps as we looked closer and discovered the siblings......