Oh, That Poor Starling …

I was just watching a Starling hoppng around on my front veranda, seeing it through the window just to my left.

It hopped and hopped, then crouched down, and hopped some more, falling over a couple of times. I didn’t know why and then I realised that poor bird had something wrong with one of its legs, its right leg.

I felt so sorry for that poor bird, and wondered how it could get on in life, burdened as it is by with a crook leg. As a person who has had some mobility issues in the past, including breaking my ankle some years ago ,and may have again in the future, I felt a strong sense of fellow feeling for the poor bird.

It looked quite well feathered that Starling, and even plump, so I could see it was doing well enough in life, to look so good, apart from that poor leg, and I wondereed how it could be, that it was in fact doing do well.

Then of course, that bird hopped and half fell, then flew away! That ‘poor bird’ had one ability I would love to have, the ability to fly! Oh to be able to up and fly away from the things I didn’t want to see or do in life!

Photo by Anshu A on Unsplash

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