This morning a, rarely seen in these woods, Tananger struck our high window despite our reflector decals. He looked dead. He sat for hours barely moving. It’s a sauna out there so I scooted in a dish of water and a word heaven-bound for his recovery or easy passing.

I watched, I prayed, I felt sadness for his worried mate who kept flying over him.

Well, the Scarlet Tananger was finally able to fly off. Hallelujah!

What is most amazing about this happening isn’t the bird healing.

I knew there was an Amazon delivery coming. I didn’t hear the driveway chime over the tractor mower so I couldn’t stop the guy from going up on the front porch.

The guy walked within an inch of the bird. He never saw the brilliant red and black bird…not coming in and not going out. Idk if you have noticed but people are in two camps these days…totally self focused or the helpers.

It’s such a stark contrast. It’s the zombie world without face eating. If you try to strike up a convo, they always turn it back on themselves. If they answer a question, it’s only a version of a question that they are familiar with that they answer.

So this young guy missed the beauty.

I did not.

I stepped out to get the boxes (out of the heat and predicted storms). I softly sang to the bird that he is loved …and he took flight. One doesn’t necessitate the other… It just happened that way. It was a simple flight that opened my heart with gratitude and joy.

Please don’t miss the beauty friends.

And, please be careful of the zombies.

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