On a drive from picking Joe up from work…we are listening to the baseball game. On the road ahead I see a tiny black and yellow image sitting upright in the middle, where our car will surely ride over the top of it ( and does) as we go by.
What was that? I do a U turn and find it again… instruct Joe to “get it” and he dashes to the little bird, who is sitting, frozen in time, with its mouth in the beg position.
Joe nudges the nestling but it makes a short flight and lands again, not yet safely off the road. There is a thicket just over the guard rail and Joe picks (the young common yellow throat) up and places it within the branches of the willow scrub.
We drive on… and a feeling of elation rises within me … interrupting my interest in the baseball game. A stunning feeling of well being, one I realize was an uncommon/common occurrence in my life as a wildlife caregiver.
Today…(the next day) the first day of July, I pick up Final Harvest(poems by Dickenson) and open to a random page. Not so random a thought…from the thoughts of Emily. ..
pg 221 #919
If i can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin…(or a common yellow throat warbler in this case)
Unto his Nest again
Here’s to a day in life with interrupted vain…Diana