Bonnie looks a little guilty in this picture as she should, but what happened today wasn't really her fault. I am to blame for what took place today and I am still sad about it.
Remember these little robins I showed you a few days ago? They grew quickly and had feathers on them in such a short time. Today I was working in the yard and went to look at the nest. It didn't look like there were any birds in it any longer so I climbed up to look inside. There was one little bird left and I startled it and it flew out and landed on the ground and, unfortunately, my two dogs were sitting there. Bonnie grabbed it and I screamed and got it away from her, but it was too late. I had on gloves so I cupped the little bird in my hands. I felt its little heart beating. It was so warm in my hands. Then it closed its eyes and died. I began to cry uncontrollably. I still am tearing up telling this, but I have never seen anything die before. Never. I have seen animals and people after they have died, but never witnessed the actual death. It was almost a spirtual thing. I cannot explain it. I knew God knew this little bird had died.
David came up and saw me crying and said he would throw it away. I said, "No, don't do that. Lay it softly somewhere. Don't just throw it away." He took the little robin and did what I asked him. Then he came back and sat with me. Really, I am crying right now telling this. If I had just not peeked in the nest. What made it even worse was that mama bird sat in the redbud tree chirping for her little robin. I could hardly bear it.
"I'm so sorry, Mom." "It's not your fault, Bonnie. You were just doing what dogs do and you are a retriever."
His eye is on the sparrow. Bye.
1 comment:
Poor Bonnie! She does look a tad guilty.
I know how you felt though! Poor little bird but it happens. I know our Corgi would have done the same and he is not a retriever!
Hugs to the dogs (and to you!),
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