Miscellaneous Mondays first edition -In Memoriam

It's been 2 weeks since I held in my hands a sweet baby Robin. It's been 2 weeks since this baby took its last breath. It's been 2 weeks since I watched life leave and I can still see its face as its mouth stopped breathing and its eyes closed one last time.

Two weeks ago this past Sunday, yesterday, I was in the living room watching my 2 fur babies stare out the patio doors at a young Robin hopping around our backyard.

The baby had lost its baby fluff on the top of its head but still had the young feathers on its breast. Not an adult, but not a fledgling anymore.

I went about my work when only a few short minutes later I heard a thump on the patio window. I knew what this meant. When I walked to the door and looked outside, there was no bird at the step, or anywhere on the ground. Hoping the bird had hit the window and continued flying, I thought it best if I checked in between the step and container on the ground beside it.

There it was. The young Robin sprawled out, its left wing spread off to the side, its head tilted left, its mouth opening and closing as it tried to catch its breath.

I carefully picked it up and thankfully its wing folded back in properly. It seemed to have movement in its head as it bobbed it around a bit.

I gently placed it on the ground so it could catch its breath and recover. As I watched it breathing, I thought to check if it had any strength in its legs, and to make sure it could breathe properly.

No strength in the legs. This was not a good sign. I began to tell it to live, please not to go. I rubbed its chest. Its breathing slowed. Its eyes slowly started to close. Then it went home.

The baby is now on the next journey, its body resting on the densely covered ground among the vines.

I cried. I broke down and sobbed for hours. I had held a life and watched as it left this world and went on the next.

We did some errands that day instead of our original plans and I met a wonderful lady who shared my sadness. Everything happens for a reason. The baby was meant to go home that day, and I was blessed and honoured to be the person to comfort it as it passed on.

Baby birds often fly into windows, this isn't unusual. Acknowledging this life as precious and sharing this story allows me to honour its memory and teach others all life is important.

After all, we are all Mother Nature's Heroes, all deserving of life, together.