It was a bird, there are feathers on the window. Is the bird dead? I wonder, but I don’t see it and so it must be OK.
A bit later in the day my daughter says to me, “Dad, it is kind of sad, but that is the way it is sometimes.” I follow her through the yard and she directs my attention to the motionless body of a young robin laying dead under a pile of fresh picked pasies. So it had died after all.
As the evening was beginning to cool off and I opened the window for a breeze. A robin lands on the lawn and cautiously begins walking towards the location where the other bird died. I move silently at the window to get a good look. The body of the other bird is missing. Slowly zigzagging the robin approached the location of the dead bird. There is something in its beak. It is a small butterfly. It gets to the location and finds that the bird is gone. Momentarily it walks off beginning a soft hollow chirp or tweet. It leaves with the butterfly offering saved for a hopeful reunion.
The bird received funeral services from three girls 9-7-7 and one boy 6 complete with flowers and a new rock to mark the grave in the flower garden under the cherry bush.
Sprouting Wings is the newest Un-Book from Scott E. Franson. It is based on my journal entry from July 25, 2004. It was sad and amazing to see the robin approach the location of the other robin’s death and hear the sad sounds of mourning. It was a chance of a lifetime to witness such an event.