brown thrush

It is almost ironic that my post yesterday gave me an opportunity to experience it in an unforeseen way and with unexpected emotions. I was out in the yard walking around the house looking for nails. Last spring we had our roof torn off and replaced and I have picked up hundreds of nails that the magnet didn't catch when they went over the yard. Maybe I am strange, but it gives me great satisfaction to find them still. Each time it rains more can possibly be uncovered. (Someone is probably thinking I need to get a life. I like mine just fine, thank you.)

On my trek around the front of the house I heard a tiny noise. Then I saw him. A brown bird was laying on his back in front of our bedroom window making the most pitiful sounds. I started crying and immediately came into the house and asked Ben to come. He put on thick gloves and picked him up: it was most obvious he had a broken leg. He was frightened and had some fight left in him so we put him in a shoebox with some soft old socks. I got a dropper and Ben moistened his beak.

There were no other obvious injuries but he died before 8:00 last night. Ben dug him worms and I bought wild bird feed and we put water in his box. I hope we made him more comfortable in his final hours. This has touched me in a way I don't understand. I have seen many birds in our yard, but this one was different. I prayed for him and asked God to be merciful if he wasn't going to get better. And I cried real tears before and after he died. God answered my prayer and for that I am most grateful.

God cares for that brown thrush. Ben was so sweet to him and me; God will bless him for his kindness.

Matthew 10:29 "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father."