I was at the herb garden, yesterday, and the most extraordinary thing happened. In the beginning everything looked normal. The few vegetables that we finally planted among the herbs, are growing, I was checking for any flaws at the irrigation system and a little sparrow was casually sitting on a path. So far so good.
When I came near to the sparrow, she moved away with small leaps (I took an arbitrary decision to refer to the little bird as a she). I figured that she might has hurt her wing, or something and I continued my work a bit further. But a few minutes later I was again in front of her, having done a big circle and approaching from the other side. This time she was hardly moving.
It was obvious that she had a problem and I sat on the ground, right next to her, trying to figure out what I could do to help. She was breathing heavily, as heavy as it can be the breathing of a tiny bird, and as I was about to take her into my hand, she had one last breath, I think it is called a death rattle and just died.
I know that it was just a small bird that I had never seen before and what I am about to say will sound silly, but I felt tears in my eyes and a heaviness on my heart. Obviously I didn't took any pictures, it didn't even cross my mind. I just sat there, looking at her lifeless body and thinking
what are the odds, of witnessing something like that?
I kept thinking of that tiny creature, even after I buried her and returned home. Was it a sign and if yes, what could it mean? Was it just a random episode of life with no specific meaning? I really can't tell. Anyway I am lousy on reading the signs but I know that this little incident, somehow felt important. Probably that's why I took my camera today to create a few images that felt fitting and I am writing all about it!
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