He looked so vulnerable sitting on the stone path, feathers spread out. I cautiously approached the young Willow Flycatcher, concerned that he was hurt. As I moved closer, he flew off into the trees, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I later learned that he was engaged in a natural process called sunning. Apparently birds sometimes rest in a sunny spot and spread their wings. The sun’s warmth helps distribute vital oils along the bird’s feathers, and the heat helps drive out parasites. Fascinating…
I was grateful to know all was well with the little bird.
But I will not soon forget the feeling that arose in me when I believed the bird was in peril. His childlike innocence and vulnerability touched my heart deeply.
And with my concern for the young bird came my renewed commitment to honor and protect the natural world.
Chief Seattle once said, ‘Earth does not belong to us; we belong to the Earth. Take only memories and leave only footprints.’
I concur…
(Additional photos: wandernature.com/new-photos)
