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Flying from the Heart
- 1. âOh, what a splendid morning for tending to the garden...â
- 2. âAh, but what do we have here...?â
- 3. It deserved to live out its days, just as all Earthâs beings.
- 4. My feathered friend never went to sleep hungry.
- 5. The idea of adventure brought a bounce to its step.
- 6. I feared the moment when Iâd have to say goodbye.
- 7. On another sunlit morning, the robin was particularly energetic, scurrying about and repeatedly flapping its wings. Bittersweet it may have felt, though I couldnât deny the endearing sight.
- 8. ...and gave it quite the scare. My neighbourâs cat appeared...
- 9. My heart sank when it didnât run back to me, but instead toward a bush down the street. My only hope was that it would visit me again someday.
- 10. On one exceptionally lovely day, I found myself in the company of a good book by the garden. The song of the passing birds had only raised my spirits higher. When I looked up to see what my dear oak tree had to show me, I understood why. It was my darling robin. Its melody was the jolliest of them all while our gazes were locked, as if it were saying, âThank you.â It flew off with a poise that would make any mother proud.
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- Photo of a chick in my hands My oak tree was the first to greet me, like always. Drawing near, however, I realized I had a visitor. "Ah, but what do we have here?" My whisper was sharp, though excited, when I knelt to meet a sweet baby robin softly regarding me from its crouched position. Instinctively, I scooped it up into my palms and, returning to my front porch, set it on my terrace table.
- Photographed by Milica MarkoviÄ There was no telling whether it simply fell out of its nest or left on its own; still, seeing such a vulnerable fledgling reminded me of the night I lost my beloved parrots to a fiendish raccoon several years earlier. I could not allow history to repeat itself, and no parents were seen searching for their little one. Thus, I resolved to care for the robin until it was strong enough to fly away. It deserved to live out its days, after all, just as all Earth's beings.
- Photo of my fruits and vegetables The next few days were brimful of joyous play and delicious treats. From mulberries to earthworms found in the garden, my feathered companion never went to sleep hungry. At night, its home was a cozy, makeshift nest in an outhouse locked away from predatory senses. Of course, I made certain to supply plenty of food and water before every bedtime, but the thought that something could happen to the poor bird never left my mind.
- Photographed by Milica MarkoviÄ Meanwhile, the robin only became more confident with each passing day. Its feeble croaks turned into charming whistles, and the idea of adventure brought a bounce to its step every time, a far cry from its tranquil demeanour when we first met.
- Photographed and edited by Milica MarkoviÄ I was happy that the robin was finding its wings, so to speak. Truly, I was. And yet, as I laid in bed one night, I feared the moment when I'd have to say goodbye. I was attached to my new friend. Not again. I knew this would happen.
- Photographed and edited by Milica MarkoviÄ That moment came too soon. On another sunlight morning, the robin was particularly energetic, scurrying about and repeatedly flapping its wings. Bittersweet it may have felt, though I couldn't deny the endearing sight.
- Photo of my ballet slipper ornament Its adrenaline eventually carried it out to the driveway. Just when I caught up to it, my neighbour's cat suddenly appeared and gave it quite the scare.
- Photographed and edited by Milica MarkoviÄ My heart sank when it didn't run back to me, but instead toward a bush down the street. It was at that point I should've let it go, but I couldn't help dashing after it in hopes that I would be by its side the day it took flight. Once I got there, however, it was nowhere to be found. I finally remembered that this was a wild bird - the risks it took were in its very nature. Surely it would find ways to survive if I trusted it enough. My only hope was that it would visit me again someday.
- Photo of one of my favourite books in my hand A month or so had come and gone since then. On one exceptionally lovely day I found myself in the company of a good book by the garden, having completed all my chores. The song of the passing birds had only raised my spirits higher. When I looked up to see what my dear oak tree had to show me, I understood why. Its feathers were now a reddish brown with white speckles, but there was no mistake: it was my darling robin. Its melody was the jolliest of them all while our gazes were locked, as if it were saying, "thank you." It flew off with a poise that would make any mother proud.