Today I’m going to tell you a story – a story about a little bird, a little girl and some of life’s greatest lessons.
Last Friday, on her way back from the park in the evening, my daughter spotted a small bird (somewhat like a sparrow) lying lifelessly on the ground. With no parents in sight, she picked up the little creature and decided to bring it home. Between her and my husband, they decided to name it ‘Twiter’ (quite strategically, if I may add).
So anyway, the rest of the evening was spent in trying to make the bird comfortable. After a lot of deliberation, Twiter was housed in a shoe box complete with a leafy nest and a soft cloth base. To say that it was scared would be an understatement; at one point when we held the poor baby, it was trembling in fright. Nevertheless, we did all that we could to try to make it feel ‘at home’.
What followed was the critical task of trying to feed the bird. Based on You Tube videos on ‘how’ and ‘what’ to feed it, the first thing we did was prepare a concoction of oats, egg yolk and water. Then, we made a pea-sized ball with the food mixture and gently placed it in its mouth using a toothpick. While it did not react initially; within a few minutes, was readily accepting the food. The sense of achievement at this stage was massive! This feeding cycle continued every 15 minutes and each feed was followed with a couple of drops of sugar-water to make sure it was hydrated. I have shared this magical experience on Instagram; should you wish to view it, click here: https://www.instagram.com/p/BKbDIQWDoXU/?taken-by=onegeekofaparent&hl=en
By now, my daughter’s excitement knew no bounds. She was so attached to this little soul (already); she wanted to sleep next to it! After providing her with a detailed explanation on nature, on birds and their need for ‘undisturbed sleep’ (like us, humans); she finally relented with a promise of being given the chance to feed Twiter the following day. The night passed in a flash (quite literally) and come early morning, she was back in our room, more charged than ever to get on with the promised chores. As much as we wanted to lie in, we decided it was best not to argue with a hyperactive child at 5.30 am!
Twiter had pooped, and that was the highlight of our morning. It was a direct reassurance of the fact that we had fed it correctly. The father-daughter duo fed it again and while they were at it, they made a bird-bath and introduced it to a splash pool of its own. It would be safe to say that the bird was very comfortable with them by now.
Right after, it was time for some exercise in the form of flying lessons. With a bit of prodding, Twiter managed to take small flights across the length of the lawn, although it’s landing was quite messy (as expected). Within a few minutes of this adventure, we noticed a duo of birds approaching Twiter with a certain degree of aggression. Perhaps the parents were here to claim their lost child? With that thought, we placed the bird on a cardboard plank right in the center of the lawn while seating ourselves at a comfortable distance to watch what was to follow.
Encouraged by the cacophony of the two birds, Twiter took his first unassisted flight to a nearby tree. With some more encouragement, it finally landed itself on a slightly bigger tree, almost as though it was trying to get to a ‘safe’ position. The early morning flying lessons must have helped for sure.
During the next couple of hours, the birds took turns in feeding the little fellow. With Twiter perched safely on a big tree under a cover of dense leaves surrounded by his loved ones, I decided to let nature take its course. My daughter, on the other hand was quite sentimental post its departure; after all, she had lost her first pet of sorts.
As for me, I couldn’t be happier – she had experienced true love.