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Mary Frances McCoy: Maybe I can fly solo
The baby bird which fell from above had large brown eyes that reminded her of Kevin, the son she had just lost. Even the shape was the same. In the rescue, before releasing him to fly away, it was eerie the way he seemed to look back at her face like he knew her. This is a true story. written almost 20 years after the death of Kevin Long (October 6, 1961-June 12, 1994).
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By Mary Frances McCoy
This is a true story that happened after my son, Kevin, was killed instantly on June 12,1994.
I kept hearing a rustling in my chimney. Almost creepy. I had put newspapers up in the chimney to keep things from falling down into the fireplace during the summer months, like soot.
Anyway, I carefully removed the newspapers and a baby bird fell down from above. Not a small baby bird either. It had large brown eyes that reminded me so much of Kevin's eyes...even the shape. And it looked up at me so intelligent.
I reached down to pick him up (I immediately called it a "him") He didn't offer to bite me, just rested gently in my hands while I carried him to the back door to release him.
His feathers were so soft and he felt so good in my hands. It was eerie the way he seemed to look at my face like he knew me.
I held him for several minutes, and he didn't try to get away.
Finally I set him down on the grass and he flew away. I didn't realize what kind of bird he was until a few months ago when I saw a special on TV about hawks.
It was about their lives, and their habits in general. All these years, we have had a hawk that was always in our neighborhood. Sitting on a wire looking down and around.
I didn't realize he was keeping an eye on me also. I don't know their life expectancy, but I haven't seen him around for awhile. I will look for him again next spring to see if I can find him.
This story was posted on 2014-06-11 14:59:32
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