The strangest, coolest, most awesome experience happened to the boys and I, around mid December. Something that gave us learning and enjoyment, in the most unexpected way. We had not started school yet. In fact, I was still in my pjs and bathrobe, on my computer preparing for our school day. I hear from downstairs “Mom, come quick!”. I rush down the stairs to get the story quickly retold by two kids at once.
Our youngest cat had gone outside to play and caught a bird. For most cats this is something that just might happen sometime in their lives. Our cat however was just past the teenage stage, and had never caught anything at all. She had tracked down a mouse outside but never seemed to know what to do with it. So now, out of no where, she catches a bird. Really?
Devyn then goes on to tell me that he ran to grab his camera to try to catch a shot of her holding this bird in her mouth. When he came back, our cat, Opal, decided to lay down the bird and pose, all proud of herself. So no shot of her holding it happened. Cody thought that if it was dead anyway, maybe he could get a feather from it to collect. Strange I know, but we have been learning all about birds in school, and just recently started a unit all on feathers. He had spent hours searching outside for feathers but came up empty-handed, and now here on our tiny porch our cat brought him tons of feathers.
When Devyn reached down to get Cody a feather, the bird moved. In shock the boys stepped back and called for me. After my shock I checked to see if it was alright. It seemed to be breathing and moving but did not seem to be able to fly or even move it’s wings. We picked up the bird to make sure that our very proud cat wouldn’t get another hold of it. Since we had the camera handy at this point we snapped a few pictures of each kid and myself holding this wee little bird. The bird was so soft and fragile feeling, yet strong all at the same time.
As I was holding this tender little bird, the kids were begging me to let us keep it. They wanted us to care for it till it got better. I chuckled because this was such a turn from being excited the cat caught a bird and wanting to pluck a few feathers from it, to all of a sudden wanting to protect and care for it. I knew of someone I thought I could call to help, but in the mean time I told the kids that we could get a box with a blanket in it to hold the bird till I could get a hold of the woman I had in mind. We had some bird seed left from filling the bird feeders that we could put in a small bowl and place in the box.
Just as I finished saying all that and was sending the boys off to gather what we would need, the bird perked up and flew away, right through my hair and up into a nearby tree. That was it. No longer would we need all those supplies, and in that instant my boys faces dropped in disappointment. They were so happy the bird was well, but sad that they did not get to take care of it for longer.
After the bird flew off and the shock of it wore off, the boys looked around the porch and sure enough found not one, not two, but three feathers. One for each of them! It is amazing how school lessons can pop up in the most unexpected ways. Never would I have thought that the week we would be learning about feathers we would be holding a wild bird, but it happened.
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