Were you ever so stuck in your life that you just hoped a sign would fall out of the sky? One day last summer, it did.
It was during a bout of mentally dark weeks. Felt like I had an invisible Eeyore as my shadow. I was tired of thinking and trying. I’d sit on the porch in pajamas, with my Dad, but that was about the extent of it.
One morning, there was a thud, thud, thud…. and a racing pigeon tumbled off my porch roof, onto the steps. Dad and I looked at each other as the stunned bird walked around the yard, then hopped to the edge of the rain barrel.
We let him get his bearings, but before long I realized he was lost or exhausted. And he took to crapping on my porch rail! So, like any good hostess does, I fed him a big meal.
I called pigeon racing central, but no one could help identify him by his tag number. Via Facebook, I found a guy who would come get it the following evening. By nightfall, I knew this bird needed saving and the Universe knew I need something to save.
I’ve rescued many animals. Never a bird. So the second day, we gained each others’ trust. I took my tablet outside and typed. I wrote. He cooed. When I stepped inside for coffee, he perched next to my keyboard. “Oh, great,” I thought “He’s a word bird! HA! Maybe an editor in a previous life.” I admired his bars a bit before opening the screen door and scaring him back to the handrail.
My husband helped me make a figure four trap and I caught him the next afternoon. Part of me wanted to keep him… Ok a lot of me want to; but it was still an unforgettable experience.
- Lessons from the pigeon:
- Just because you’re exhausted or lost; doesn’t mean you should give up entirely.
- You don’t have to go far; to form a new bond or a create new piece.
- Care for others, even if you can’t care for yourself.
- And don’t read other peoples’ drafts when they aren’t looking- HA!
Well, Friends and Confidantes, ask for a sign, but pigeon-proof your porch 🙂 – Grandma Auburn- Sits on her porch often, tends plants and writes drafts.