Quietly calm. Trust.
The youngling cradled in warmth,
A tender moment.
In June of this year, when my co-worker, Ryan, and I were busy weeding in the garden, we met a wee little, feathered friend.
During a brief break, Ryan happened to look in the direction of a nearby tree and noticed something had fallen. He disappeared for a few moments and then returned with this little one gently cupped in his hands, and both he and I spent a few moments just appreciating one of nature’s creatures – I’m thinking perhaps a robin fledgling? – We guessed that perhaps it had fallen from the tree in an effort to learn flying from the nest and trying out the new feather growth.
It seemed not to mind us; quite content to just rest.
Ryan then went back to the tree and let it go.
That lovely encounter completely made our day!