The Loss of a Sweet Little Birdie

During the summer, one night, I was riding my bike home. Though it was late in the evening the sun was still shining. I love those kinds of evenings. I love to be out and about on my bike late in the evening in the summer. I was heading home and decided, oddly, to stop at the bank’s drive-through area to check my balance with my bank card. Oddly, because I didn’t usually use the machine at my nearest bank, at least I hadn’t yet since moving.

I steered my bike into the bank’s parking lot and saw a birdie laying on the asphalt. It was trying to get away, trying to fly, but it couldn’t. I thought that a car had turned from the street into the parking lot, going fast, and ran into the little birdie as it was flying, hitting it.

It was laying right where the next car would have driven. So I decided to get off my bike and move the bird. I wanted it to be safe from another car. I sat nearby and waited and hoped that it was just stunned and would recover.

After a couple of minutes I decided to take the little birdie and hold it in my hands. It was small and black, with one purple feather on each wing. I settled it in my lap and kept touching it.

I tried not to scare it, but it was a wild thing and I realized that it could be scared of me and that my presence could make things worse for the birdie. It didn’t seem to be overly scared. I was glad. I didn’t want to just walk away from it.

I wanted to make things better. But I couldn’t make the birdie be well, probably no one, at that moment, could have. It was hard for me, but it was more important for me to be there with the little birdie than anything else at that moment. So I stayed.

I don’t know if I made a difference for the little birdie, if I was any comfort, or if being near another being was helpful for birdie. I just know that those were my intentions. I don’t know if I made a difference for the little birdie. But it made a difference in my life.

8 thoughts on “The Loss of a Sweet Little Birdie

  1. Dear Kate,
    I’m sure just being there would have helped, ‘birdy’ That’s a lovely story showing your deep compassion for living things. You are a jewel that shine with kindness…lol
    love Ziggy


  2. Of course you made a difference! Any kindness makes a difference in both lives, the giver and the receiver. And the observer can also be changed. Good for you! Thank you for letting us see through your eyes, my sweet giver.



    • Hi Granny,

      Thank you dear.

      It still hurts to think of her. I mourn the loss of her presence in the world. It’s amazing how the up-close and personal interaction with another being can touch someone so deeply and change them. I wanted to write about her right away, but found that I really needed some time before I could.

      Thank you dear for being so supportive and kind. Good and healing thoughts to you.



    • Hi Liz,

      Thank you dear heart.

      A happy ending is something that I always yearn for, but I need to understand that my life can be one of integrity and empathy no matter the outcome, and this connection with another being was another lesson towards that goal. I still wish it would have had a happy ending, and I am still sad, but these things too are a part of life.

      Good and healing thoughts to you.



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