"Faith without works is like a bird without wings; she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven." Francis Beaumont
i woke this morning unrested and unsettled. i thought the general overwhelm from teaching was getting the best of me, but recalled the violent storm that ripped through my town last night and instantly knew better.
the storm was wicked. i woke at one point during the peak of the lightning and thunder portion to attempt closing windows in my drowsy state of mind only to fall right back asleep. when i woke this morning feeling wacky, i had to tell myself the memories of the storm were real. after all, it isn't every day here that there are such amazing storms and very rarely do they occur at night. huge, booming thunder clouds are what i remember of my childhood trips to iowa and how frightening they were from the vantage point of a top floor in an old house. but, this. well, if i had been more awake, it would have been spectacular to watch.
however, the wrath of said storm was not spectacularly kind to the little bird nest perched outside my balcony door. i noticed the crowded little nest's remains lying across my balcony when i stepped out to hang laundry this afternoon. lying in the corner below the nest's previous home are the baby birds who once resided inside it. above is the picture of their sad little pile of feathers and fluff. their little eyes are still nervously glancing around and every once in a while now, i notice their chirping and small movements.
anyone have any idea what to do with them? i have not been paying attention to whether or not the parents have abandoned them, but will hope they haven't. i am hesitant and frankly unwilling to touch them or feed them as i think neither of those would encourage the mother to return and would only result in dependency i cannot sustain. and that's assuming i knew what in the heck to feed them.
i have nearly decided to let nature run its course. if one pops its little head in my door in the meantime, maybe i'll change my mind, though.
any and all suggestions on what to do with these poor little birdies are welcome!
2 comments:
Nature is sometimes brutal and cruel, at least so it seems to us. There are some German environmentalists who would argue that these birds be allowed to suffer their natural fate.
If the parents do not return, you might try nursing them back to health? Maybe a little incubator and some makeshift wing splints?
But that might upset the natural order.
haha. yes, i believe so, too. thanks, jason :)
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