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Celia Downey: Baby Robin. A story for my father

'I was peacefully watching TV and not looking for a traumatic event, but trauma surely found me.' - Celia Downey Her first urge was to Rescue, but, hard as it is, she remembers it is rarely good to interfere with Mother Nature, even though opportunistic Willow the Cat might try to take advantage of the situation.
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By Celia Downey
Dedicated to my father, who loves birds

Baby Robin -- The last two hours have been filled with breathtaking observation of yet another Baby Robin and her sudden witnessed fall from the Magnolia Tree.

I saw it through the window while peacefully watching TV.

One second she just appeared from the branches and ploppled onto the green lawn. The event was accompanied by her screeching and stretching her wings while dancing around in the grass.

OH WOW, what is that about? I cannot bear the stress of a stressed out baby bird yet again this year.

Last year a Baby Robin screeched around in the garage until we rescued her. Now this year, a new Baby Robin just suddenly appeared into thin air and set up a treacherous ceremonial announcement of her arrival.

I was peacefully watching TV and not looking for a traumatic event, but trauma surely found me. It has a way.

In a jolt, I ran from the room shutting my eyes and closing the curtains, not bearing the thought of yet another emergency rescue. However, peeking out it was evident the yelling baby had no immediate threat.

So for two hours I watched that Baby Robin who fell from the Magnolia tree. She hopped all over about two acres.

Many Rescue Robins buzzed around her. They brought her food, dipping it into her mouth and zipping off towards the security of the nearby low lying limbs, beckoning Baby Robin to come.

Rescue Robins showing the way to safety; hop, hop, spread those wings, and up you go! Did not happen for Baby Robin, she just hopped around in the grass enjoying the show.

I began to have dreaded thoughts of Willow, my sweet cat who sleeps in the back of the house. Please let Willow sleep. Willow slept.

The Air Show with accompanied Ground Show continued.

A Black Bird swooped over Baby Robin.

Small clouds of Robins showed the Baby how to fly, jumping to the trees and chirping. I felt as though we were at Thunder Over Louisville or the Louisville Air Show.

Now totally engaged in the rescue. I restrained myself from going to Baby Robin's rescue and replace her into a nest.

One must not interfere with Mother Nature, regardless of strong desires.

I wish that I had not seen Baby Robin fall from the Magnolia Tree. I wished that I could have closed the curtains and not peeked out.

For five hours I have been in despair, trying to ignore the Baby Robin and to ignore the dramatic rescue efforts unfolding in real time. The parent robins are dipping, feeding, and coaching; however Baby Robin is not flying, rather she is starting to tire of the show but remains engaged. Engaged is good and positive. Engaged means she is looking up and chirping to Her Flocks. Baby Robin has Hope.

Again, I walk away from the window, but with helpless thoughts. Returning one hour later, I see a massive swarm of birds alighting from the tree tops. The Baby Robin is not hopping in the yard, she is gone from sight.

Willow is asleep, with not a clue of the drama. I witnessed that the Bird Family knew the needs of the Baby Robin and helped her to find safety after falling from the Magnolia Tree.

The outcome of the Baby Robin from the Magnolia tree is proof positive in the attached the picture. I held my breath, zoomed in, and SNAPPED! All is good. - Celia Downey

This story was posted on 2016-06-19 08:20:22
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Baby Robin and its Mama - A story for a father

2016-06-19 - Milltown, KY - Photo by Celia Downey.
The outcome of the Baby Robin from the holly tree is proof positive in this picture. I held my breath, zoomed in, and SNAPPED! All is good. - Celia Downey

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