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…….”