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Wednesday 15th July

Dad spent this afternoon mowing the grass and tidying up the back garden. With all the rain and warm temperatures, the lawn was looking quite unruly.

(By the way, your sunflowers are growing beautifully. No buds as yet, but the stems and leaves are about three feet high. They sure are looking mighty healthy. We’ll try to make your wish come true: when you bought those seeds, you told us you wanted to grow the biggest sunflower ever).

Whilst Dad was mowing and strimming away, I was sitting in the kitchen. The back door was open. I suddenly looked up, and turned my head. Just above my right shoulder was a little sparrow fluttering in the doorway. It had flown through the back door, into the porch, and just hovered a foot above my head. It wasn’t distressed, nor did it flap around flying into walls or windows. The sparrow just looked at me, flapped its wings, turned around and flew back out of the door.

It sure did make me jump. But then I thought, perhaps it was you, come to say hello, and check out how we’re doing. So strange, and quite surreal.

I would so much love to believe it was you, in some form or another. Little signs to let us know that you are still with us. You’ve been gone one hundred and twenty five days. Such a long time, and yet I remember as if it was yesterday.

So, could a bird flying inside the house be considered an angel sent from above? Some sort of comforting messenger?

Love you forever my fluttering little Angel xxxx

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  1. Let me Share with you an incident, My nephew gifted me a Gold fish Bowl with few gold fishes in it, I am not a pet person at all, I cannot handle them, I totally freak out. That very evening suddenly the fish bowl just burst on its own, and in the drawing room were pebbles, broken glass pieces, and those tiny fishes on the wet floor. I panicked, I spotted the fishes flapping on the floor, I wanted to save them and I had to dig into all my reserves of >> whatever you may want to call it, I’d say bravery, but you may term it as whatever fits in. In that moment all I could think of was lifting those fishes off the floor using a square plastic coaster, I knew if they’d wriggle when I am lifting them up, I’d scream and throw them back in the air, I didn’t want to do that, but I also couldn’t just see them die on the floor. I remember my mom kept warning me that I’d hurt my feet, I didn’t have my house slippers on.I didn’t bother, I was searching among the colored pebbles for those fishes and kept pleading to them, Like they would understand, kept pleading to them, please don’t make it hard for me, I am only trying to save you, please help me help you, like a kid I kept going on and on beseeching them as I mustered up all the courage to pick the first fish up. Would you believe if I tell you, the fish lay complete still the moment it was on the coaster, and I rushed it to the bowl with water, that was the case with all the fishes I scooped on that flat plastic coaster. I narrated this strange incident to my sister who is very much into pets, her instant answer was, animals can sense, I was like- even fishes :O gold fishes :O, but then there was no other explanation to it, I have seen many fishes fall on the floor and how hard they are usually to be scooped up back in the tank, but this was totally totally weird. So yes may be, the birds around you the plants around you may sense your emotions and they probably reach out in their own way. It’s probably a way of saying, there is everything out here trying to comfort you, trying to be there……Just more silent and a lot more Subtle. Hope that Helps.

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