
I thought I was dead. I was in the “dead position”.
Then, a gentle being hovered over me and I felt a gentle finger stroking my belly. I instinctively moved my feet and found that they still worked, and I gripped her finger tightly, so tightly that my claws pressed into her soft skin.
I looked into her eyes, and then into a black rectangular thing, which I found out later from the older birds was a phone. She was taking my picture. They said she must have thought I was handsome, a handsome bird.

Handsome or no, all I could think was “I guess I’m alive?” “Maybe?”
“Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

A handsome bird like me…….should enjoy the experience of a long life……so, I gave a blessing.

I didn’t know at the time exactly how I did the blessing, but it didn’t take long.

I saw her smile.
I thought about it a lot, and decided it was a blessing of connection, of two hearts touching. Closeness, if even for a moment.
I did it, by being me, a handsome bird.
I flew away, leaving something lasting; a sweet memory, and a feather upon her shoulder.
I did it by being me. Thankyou for thoes words this morning. ❤
Blessings back, Christina
Wow! What a beautiful miracle and story. Thanks for brightening my day, Shanda.🌞💛🥰
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hi shanda…….well if this isn’t the sweetest thing! I love your big, kind heart ♥️
A beautiful blessing — and I’m sure the bird feels it was a blessing that you rescued it!
I just love this! So glad the dear bird was able to fly away.
Handsome, indeed. I love this story and the message.
Love your story! Glad the precious bird could fly away.