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Bird Serendipity

Bird Serendipity

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Published by Theresa-Ann
2013-06-02, 3rd Journal, Mayan day 11 Night

Hummingbirds, Magic in the Air

Video Journal http://youtube/V3tOfbQC9kU

Intro:
Okay, so now it's 9 journals – maybe. This one may turn out to be just a note – which is funny, since none of them ever has. Anyway, what brings me here is just to jot down an illumination that just came to me – just put itself together for me.

There's something going on with me and the birds. Don't know what, don't know why. But in the last 30 days I've actually held in my hand two birds. One was a hummingbird who stunned himself running into the glass door I had open...
2013-06-02, 3rd Journal, Mayan day 11 Night

Hummingbirds, Magic in the Air

Video Journal http://youtube/V3tOfbQC9kU

Intro:
Okay, so now it's 9 journals – maybe. This one may turn out to be just a note – which is funny, since none of them ever has. Anyway, what brings me here is just to jot down an illumination that just came to me – just put itself together for me.

There's something going on with me and the birds. Don't know what, don't know why. But in the last 30 days I've actually held in my hand two birds. One was a hummingbird who stunned himself running into the glass door I had open...

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18:24, 2013-06-02 3
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-Mayan day 11 Night
Bird Serendipity
Okay, so now it's 9 journals – maybe. This one may turn out to be just a note – which is funny, since none of them ever has.Anyway, what brings me here is just to jot down an illuminationthat just came to me – just put itself together for me. There's something going on with me and the birds. Don't knowwhat, don't know why. But in the last 30 days I've actually held inmy hand two birds. One was a hummingbird who stunned himself running into the glass door I had open. The cat was reaching out a paw for him, there on the floor, when Iquickly scooped him up and held him, protectively. There wasgoing to be none of THAT, thank you kitties – not here, not now,anyway.So, I wound up being privileged to hold that little one for maybe 5or 10 minutes or more – I don't recall. I do remember finallytaking him out to have a seat on the porch. That way, just in casehe came back to himself and was able to fly, he would be trappedinside. That's not so good, especially with the ceiling fans runningand such – not to mention the two cats.After sitting, just holding and loving the little one – he finally didcome to himself enough to be able to fly away. Well, you know orcan imagine how special that felt. So often my experiences withthe birds – well, they haven't always come out so nicely. Betweenthe big picture window being invisible or reflecting the sky to them– to the cats – well, you get the picture.Wait – just thought of another one. Want to try to get these in
 
order. This one was initially a very bad scene. The kitties love tobring home their little catches – which is usually lizards and such.Well, this time it was a bird, and things weren't looking good, sincewhen they first brought it in I was asleep. So it took a good bit of noise to wake me up, and by then there was blood and feathersaplenty spread about.Anyway, I went and grabbed the bird up, thinking that even if I justheld it so that it could die in peace, that would be far better thanbeing play fare for the kitties. There were bright red dots of bloodon the linoleum and some on its chest, so I figured the worst.After holding it a while and soothing it with Love and tendernessfor a bit, I walked outside with it. I was wondering what I could dothat would be best for it. Cats are agile and frisky, so there reallywas nowhere I could place it that would be safe. But I couldn'tstand there with it forever.Finally, I set it down gently in a hanging wire basket with lots of room next to the plants. It was kind of laid on its side, but still notcompletely out – there was some life in it. I went to weedingaround the yard so I could stay close to keep it safe.Can't tell you how surprised, how glad I was when I saw it get toits feel. It stood up on its own. I was amazed, really. Keptweeding, and pretty soon, it hopped over to the wire edge of theplanter and hopped up on that – just an inch or two, but still,progress.As you can guess – or telepathically check out – my heart soaredright along with it when it up and flew off. Now, it may be that itdied later in its nest. That, I don't yet know. But I do know that Iwas privileged to prevent it from a rather horrible demise at theclaws and teeth of my dear cats.Okay, that's two – I'm on a roll. Next, comes the tale I may haveshared, about going out to put a few scoops of sunflower nuts inthe racoon-raided feeders – those greedy varmints. Anyway, as Iwent out the front door, so did my cats – and there went Cuddles,making a bee line for a little sparrow type bird, fluttering aroundon the ground. It could only hop and flutter its wings, making novery fast progress.
 
Cuddles was zoning in on the dear thing, and I was trying to catchit, as well. Couldn't have been very enjoyable for the bird. Aftersome effort I finally won out and grabbed it up. It didn't appear tobe hurt, from what could be seen by checking its wings and such.So once again, the bird holding began.Why didn't this all add up with me, before? How unusual this is, tohave all of this happen in such a short space of time? And I'm noteven done, yet. So, there I was, holding and talking to this one –calming it down as I could. It didn't seem like a new fledgling –unless they have all their feathers perfectly in and are a pretty fairsize when they first fly – so I don't know what this bird's problemwas.Anyway, after about 5 or 10 minutes of bird-holding duty, this onealso flew off, landing on a branch in a huge pine tree, nearby. Oh,it's such a beautiful thing when a feathered friend gets to fly free. There are no words to encapsulate that.So all of those birds I held, but there are two more to mention,here. One is a huge bird, compared to all of these – it was a roadrunner, who I spotted outside taking care of a snake. One lesssnake, if ya know what I mean. It was very thorough and efficient,hopping all over the place, stopping now and again to whack thatsnake on the ground hard. Poor snake. That one I think I may have also mentioned, but I kept the cats infor that. We all watched, the dog too, for about 10 minutes as thebird and the snake did their dance. They were still doing it when Ifinally moved on with my day. I stayed long enough to get the dognot to make a ruckus over it. He may be only 8 incues or so high,but he wants to be the best guard dog, ever. I'm sure he wouldhave chased it, as the cats would, if given the chance. The last one of note is a lovely little bird that flew up at prettyhigh speed, alighting on the bird bath dish in a very gracefulwings-outspread move – just as I was beginning my very first everlive transmission from the 12D soul family. It felt most special –not at all accidental.So, my friends, just before I opened this journal up it had hit me,how unusual it all is, to have such special interaction with thebirds, recently. I sit here wondering at what may be the deeper

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