Privileged

Tonight when I came home from work there was a bird sitting on our door step - a little chick-a-dee.  I thought he must be hurt since he did not bother to move when we got close.

We were careful not to let the dogs out to disturb him. I found a little box and placed a tea towel and two little saucers in it, one for food, one for water.  I took it outside and gently picked up up and placed him in the box. He was so calm, I think he knew I was trying to help.

I placed another towel over one corner so he could hide if he wanted to, he did. A few minutes later I went to check on him and he was standing in the saucer drinking.  We were getting ready to go out so I left him along for awhile, when we left he was eating some of the birdseed I put in the second saucer, I had high hopes for his recovery but somehow knew it was not meant to be.

I think he knew he was dying and wanted to do so while being cared for and with a full belly - I came home to find he had passed.

It made me sad, but for choosing to allow me to care for him, I felt PRIVILEGED!

What is the price of two sparrows--one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. Matthew 10:29