There must be something in the air. Yes, as always, there are birds, but
sometimes they fall to the ground, and that's when people step up to the plate.
Such was the case of Anaheim Angel relief pitcher Dane de la Rosa last week during a game with
the Oakland Athletics. He spotted a pigeon in trouble in the bull pen area and
did something about it - he picked it up until he could turn it over to someone
who could protect the bird. After he did he went on to retire the next 3
batters with only 10 pitches, and the bird was released back into the wild. Nicely done!
In my own world, we had a nest of wrens on our front porch,
which I thought was empty. The wind blew
down the nest and I taped it back up. In the process I saw that the nest held 4
chicks, which successfully fledged a week later, thank goodness in time before
we were to leave the house for good as my spouse had gotten a church position
in White Plains, NY.
So we left Florida
and on our first full day in New York were told of loose birds in the sanctuary
of the Community Unitarian Church at White Plains. I was called upon for advice and discovered
that wrens had made a nest in the sanctuary and could come and go from
the outside through a hole in the rafters. I asked the church staff to be on
the look out for fledglings as they would not be able to fly out of the hole and
would be trapped inside. Sure enough, a week later we got a call for the church
administrator and my spouse, the Rev. Meredith Garmon, the newly settled minister at the
church, and I went up to help the administrator, Liliana Keith, catch the chicks, chase the
adults out of the sanctuary, and release the chicks where the parents could see
them and care for them. It was quite
comical to see a little bitty weeks old bird scamper away again and again from
our hands while a parent was chasing us both with a bug in her mouth. While on wren duty, we also noticed a robin's nest with 3 chicks. I was so pleased that our new church home was
indeed a sanctuary for all beings. Nicely done CUC!
We can't save them every time however. That same week my spouse gave me a call from
New York City, only a short train ride from our new home. He was attending a conference and during the
lunch break was outside at Union Square. Noticing a sparrow unable to right
himself and thrashing around, he wanted advice on what to do. After discussing
possible disease or injury, I told him to catch the bird and place her in the
shade out of the hot sun and under protection from predators. There was a
chance that the bird had run into a building and would recover shortly as long
as she could be safe. So my spouse spent his lunch time standing guard by the
struggling bird, who was joined by another sparrow.
Before returning to the
conference he went to see how the bird was doing, and there, along with the
other sparrow and a couple of other humans, they discovered that the bird had
died. The three humans bowed, hands
together to honor and mourn the life that had passed.
Another three humans honored a long dead wren chick we found in the sanctuary when we were chasing live chicks. Apparently this bird was from a previous clutch of wrens that had not been as fortunate as the ones that the CUC staff saved. After a moment of silence we placed the still form up in the church's memorial garden.
Sometimes all we can do is witness, and that's
important. To be present to life, to
death, to beauty, to suffering, and to compassion is a gift we all can give the
world. It's a gift that can be catching, even for pitchers, and can free us all, birds included.