Last summer, I made a new friend in the form of a pigeon I call Phoebe.
I met Phoebe last August during a heat wave. I found her half-conscious on the ground in my front yard.
I wasn't sure what was wrong with her. She didn't move or object when I picked her up. With temperatures over 100, a best guess said she was over heated.
I moved Phoebe to the shade and set her in the community water hole. The water was shallow, so I knew she wouldn't drown. After ten minutes or so, Phoebe revived and flew away.
I don't know what kind of memories pigeons are capable of storing in their brains. But, I think Phoebe remembers me. When I am sitting on the front stoop, Phoebe flies from the tree and sits in the community water hole. She sits on the edge of the bird bath for long minutes and looks at me. Her partner, Phil, refuses to visit while I'm present. But, Phoebe visits every time I am in the front yard.
I am amazed that precious creatures of nature are able to display (or appear to display) humility and thankfulness. Phoebe doesn't complain about her life or her hardships. She simply goes about the business of being Phoebe.
And she stops to visit the one who helped her out during a time of need.
Today I am going to emulate Phoebe and be thankful. I have no complaints about my life or my hardships. I'm going to go about the business of being Traci.
And I am going to sit and visit with the One who helped me in my time of need. All content Copyright 2020 TA Boland
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