This happened while we were having breakfast on our back verandah at Laura.
We felt so privileged.
First Flight
This
morning
I watched a young sparrow take its first flight.
Venturing from the nest it sat tentatively on a nearby ledge.
while its mother fluttered encouragingly around it,
gently clasping its back feathers, fluttering her wings
and then swooping off into the air
before returning to flutter and encourage again.
I watched a young sparrow take its first flight.
Venturing from the nest it sat tentatively on a nearby ledge.
while its mother fluttered encouragingly around it,
gently clasping its back feathers, fluttering her wings
and then swooping off into the air
before returning to flutter and encourage again.
At
last it happened.
The young bird hopped from the ledge,
fell briefly,
then fluttered its wings,
flew,
and was gone,
a nestling no longer.
The young bird hopped from the ledge,
fell briefly,
then fluttered its wings,
flew,
and was gone,
a nestling no longer.
I felt
privileged.
In a lifetime of watching,
I could not remember
witnessing
a first flight.
In a lifetime of watching,
I could not remember
witnessing
a first flight.
Wondering
too
at how we fluttered around our own young,
encouraging their first steps
and eventually the leap of faith
to fly, to soar, to glide ,
as the beautiful adults they have become.
at how we fluttered around our own young,
encouraging their first steps
and eventually the leap of faith
to fly, to soar, to glide ,
as the beautiful adults they have become.
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