A Feathered Blessing

Poor indeed is the garden in which birds find no homes.
~Abram L. Urban

I'd noticed this bird on the wire and on this tree as
if waiting for something, and definitely not in any
hurry to fly away.

We have a tin and bamboo shed where knicks and knacks
are kept. I went in there a few days ago and there she
was, guarding after her nest. I was so happy at the sight,
at the thought of the babies here, in my plot. I went to
get the camera and clicked a few pictures but when I got
too close, the bird flew away.


Taking this opportunity, I took the fledgeling out of the nest
(it'd stirred) and took these shots. Of course I was very gentle
and the beautiful baby was such an angel that it did not 'cheep'
or show any sign of discomfort.

I've never had the opportunity to hold a pigeon fledgeling.
And who can say whether birds will build their nests again
in my yard. Had the nest been on a tree I wouldn't have had
the chance to click and to hold a creation as wonderful as
this feathered beauty!

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson