Joyful Tales: A sneak peak from guest blogger, Joy Healy.
A glorious day this has been! Friday the 13th, and it wasn’t the least bit frightening or negative. Mr. Sun has been shining brightly all day, with minimal cloud cover. Birds and insects have been busy all day twitting there and buzzing here. Just a nice day.
Until a sweet barn swallow, chasing after his supper, met my front window. At the time, I was sifting through blackberries that I picked on our road out front. The berries also like the sun and thrive and grow long and fat under its nourishment. It had been five days since I had “picked the road” and today was made to order to that activity.
I had a cupped hand full of berries, about to measure them into a cup and pour them into a quart freezer bag when I heard the “thump”. With dread, I turned quickly to face the window and saw nothing but knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I would see a wounded bird on our front porch. And there he was, neck broken, on his back, writhing in a way that a bird can do. Cruel spot in an otherwise glorious day.
Nature can be polar opposites, depending on the incident. The sun, growing berries of all sorts, ripening apples, growing gardens…such a splendid part of life. A precious tiny bird lying dead for no other reason than he was trying to catch his supper and misjudged a pane of glass.
Nature invites each of us to its party of life every day. Death, however, is a part of the same nature. Most usually, this death comes quickly and without warning. A bird can never think such thoughts; man must.
Joy Healy is retired and lives in Olmstedville, NY, with her husband, Ed, and their Black Labrador, Bella. Until Spring 2010, she taught English at Albany High School, in Albany, NY.
*Bird head photo courtesy of Jenna Jones