A lovely gift

The other day my husband came in from working in the yard, saying he had found an injured bird. He led me to where it was huddled on the ground. I don’t know what kind of bird it was, I don’t remember ever seeing one like it. It was small and delicate, with hints of glowing color in its feathers. I put my finger under its breast, and it grasped my finger with its tiny little feet. I lifted it up and held it briefly, weightless on my hand, and looked into its bright, alert eyes that seemed to… More information...

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