Learning to fly . . .
is not only for the birds
Hello friends,
I noticed the tiny bird carrying twigs and grass to the spider plant in the atrium garden. This was not the first time that Carolina Wrens chose one of our plants near the house to nest and build a family.
For several weeks we watched the pair working together, industrious, and singing their duet. Mating for life, the males sing the more melodic song. Females accompany their mates with a harmonic chatter weaving their songs in a rhythm that begins to sound like a single bird.
I had been careful when watering around the nest not to disturb the eggs, but Mr. And Mrs. Wren would raise a fuss whenever I came near the plant. Then it happened.
We woke up to four fledgling wrens hopping around the atrium attempting to fly. They fluttered, fell, and tried again. I grabbed my camera and started capturing their antics as Mama and Papa sang messages to the young brood and shared in the feeding duties.
I never gave much thought to how birds learned to fly or roost at night. We had a “birds eye view” of the lessons as the couple coached the youngsters onto the sparse branches of our ailing Red Maple.
All four trying to clump together, tumbling out, and scrambling back for the best spot. You couldn’t help but laugh, yet, I knew these were life-or-death skills that each bird must learn to survive in the wild.
I wondered how many other daily lessons took place in our small corner of the natural world. The human species doesn’t have a monopoly on child rearing full of responsibilities, nurturing, and warnings for the safety of our offspring.
Once the babies learn to fly, they will be gone. Wings give them freedom and new opportunities. It seems that once they learn to fly, it’s done.
I’m not so sure about people. Our flying lessons come in stages throughout our lives. Every new phase involves reflections, insights, and the courage to leave the security of comfortable spaces so we can fly again.
When I think I’ve mastered the art of living, life takes a turn offering me another chance to grow, learn, and adapt. I’ll take a cue from those Carolina Wrens and keep singing no matter what comes my way.
As we discovered this week, the gift you least expect may sit right outside your door.
The National Audubon Society has more information on the Carolina Wren.
What better for flying high than Nina Simone singing “Feeling Good.”
The willingness to show up changes us. It makes us a little braver each time.
—Brené Brown
Find a little wonder this week, listen to the songs around you, let go, and fly.
With gratitude,
Kathryn
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Your words and photographs captured a truly magical experience. And as always you found the perfect phrases to make us feel like we’re peering over your shoulder, sharing this experience as friends.