I was given a moment, earlier today And I’m happy to say I recognized it as such An instant in time when I spotted a feather Lying on the ground by my garden fence
An owl, sometime during the night, visited my yard There was a moment when I recognized the feather Just as there was one when the feather was lost Quite possibly a different moment saw the taking of prey in the dark
We’re given moments, and sometimes they are given us They’re not seconds, mere divisions of a day Nor are they heartbeats, each one cherished but passing without remark The life-giving product of a miraculous electrical impulse
We’re given many moments each day Most of them inconsequential, but some of them not
The morning sun reflecting off sprinkler-wet stepping stones A moment when I see my daughters looking out from a picture frame One when I find my dog wanting to play Another sees me finding a note from my wife, giving her love
A moment when my eyes fall on a flower in an unexpected place A moment when the sun is just seconds away from disappearing behind the tree line to the west A moment when sleep takes us, and there are no more
For the feathered For the furred and for the finned For those creatures that crawl For those that burrow or slither Nature is hard
For you, for me, for those of us with the Ability to read or understand these words Life might not be easy But it’s rarely as it is out there Out there in nature
Out there, disaster usually means death A broken wing or a strained leg A spoiled source of water A fallen nest or a disturbed den Disaster like that almost always brings about the end
But sometimes–rarely, but sometimes Disaster happens in the presence of hope
Hope in the form of human hands That will scoop up and embrace Human hands and a heart that strives to Bring a wholeness to the broken and to Preserve that which was surely lost
Sometimes Rarely, but sometimes
A word on wildlife rescue and rehabilitation: While the fate of some animals might rest in the hands of humans, it is crucial that a would-be rescuer not make a difficult situation worse. Many times, animals that are “rescued” were never in any danger. Fledged birds, hidden fawns, and even box turtles crossing the road are oftentimes captured, putting them in an even worse situation.
Fledged birds on the ground are almost always being watched over by an invisible parent, fawns are left by parents, concealed for the day, and turtles (who unknowingly appreciate being assisted across the road in the direction they were headed) are territorial and will often perish in a new location.
If you find yourself in a position to help wildlife, please first contact a licensed rehab provider in your area for advice. Thank you!