This is the last entry for my baby bird, Bobby. I walked outside the other morning to put some fruit peelings in the compost. As i walked out the door, Bobby flew from my garden to the high branch in the maple tree that hangs over our back yard. Quickly following after him was his mommy. I stood there and watched him for a few moments; he just sat there and looked back at me.
He’s flown the coop; birds do that. Kids do that. It’s been one week since I found him on our sidewalk; he’s come a long way and so have i. Letting go…… easier said than done. “Have fun flying over our city, Bobby. And please, fly carefully…….”
I’m so glad you saw him again just to know he is fine and didn’t get devoured. Makes it easier to let go!
You have broken me down to a weeping mess of a man. Thank you.
I’m glad there was a happy ending. This post about the bird leaving the nest reminds me of the Father’s Day card that Kevin received which included a father’s variation of Goldilocks and the three bears. ….and Papa Bear said, “and the baby bear grew up, left home, got a job and never asked for porridge or money again!”
Good ending to a good beginning for “bobbie”. These are the kinds of stories I know you are capable of doing. Fred