Can't whistle? I know someone who can..

Darkness, dampness, the smell of earthen mildew, you find yourself at the bottom, the very bottom of the pit and you can’t believe you let yourself fall down, way down into this place, again.  Been there?  Feel like you fallen or a better word would be crashed and burned and you can’t rise up. No soaring with the eagles, your wings aren’t mature enough. On the outside your nothing but a big ball of fuzzy fur, crying out loud your skin is so transparent that everything thing, every choice is revealed to all. Some days you do well just to hop around.  But then, right when you felt you were going to meet your demise-He scooped you up.

 Amazing, isn’t He? More than amazing-He is spectacular. We had just walked into the yard to look at a new small tree that had just popped up in our yard. Yes, seriously!! That’s another story all on its own, but I heard “Oh, Oh, look what I found!” I turned around to face my animal loving offspring and to my delight and dismay in the palm of her hand was a baby bird. It was precious, so was the glowing face holding it close to her already certain that this bird would be her new best friend, hand fed and raised by hers truly, you know a cross between the movie “Fly Away Home” and Disney’s “Rio”. Somewhere in between her oo’s and ah’s I looked up to see the prettiest red cardinal shouting at us above from a power line. I could hear him now, “Humans! Put my baby down now! The baby belongs to me-go away. I’m warning you place the bird on the grass and walk away!”

Wow, it’s a cardinal, Ally. This baby that is so ugly it’s cute-- is a cardinal.  And then she appeared, the mother. She didn’t make the grand entrance that her mate did, nor was she painted in her mate’s flaming color but still she was breathtaking. She was so magnificent to me-my heart went out to her immediately…her little one was out from under her covering. Her little one had fallen from the place of protection to a place of certain demise. She hovered around us squeaking and twittering, or more like pleading and beseeching. Insisting that we release her beloved little precious miracle, my mother’s heart connected immediately. My eyes told her how sorry I was.

 Too late..that’s what we thought. After research and contacting a close “animal nature” friend we realized there wasn’t a lot of hope. It was recommended that we place the baby in an empty nest (another one of Ally’s recent nature finds) and place it back in the tree.

 

 

We did. What happened next was just so God, before we could place the baby in the branches, he started chirping. It was beyond cute because up until that time we hadn’t heard a peep. The mother sang back as she flew in circular motion around her baby. She rested on a nearby branch and continued a beautiful melody. It was a song of reassurance that even when you fall, and hit the ground faster than you can see it coming. I will be there and when you rise up, I’m going to be there singing out a whistle that only you and I understand because that’s just who I am. God.