It was one of those perfect spring days when everything is brimming with life, the sun was shining, bees were buzzing and life seemed perfect.  Looks however can be deceiving...  little did we know that a life and death battle was being played out on this idyllic day. 

I happened to see a robin fly into the sewer grate, which seemed an odd site.  I watched it make several trips to the grate when I decided to investigate.  At first I could see nothing there but what one might usually expect, as I was about to leave I heard a small forlorn 'tweet'. I looked closer and among the leaves, sticks and debris was a tiny baby bird. It was a pathetic site that tugged at my heartstrings.

I ran to my garage to get a rake to try to retrieve the helpless creature. With the mama bird watching from a nearby tree, I raked up a bunch of leaves under the baby bird and began raising it to the surface.  I was worried that half way up it would panic and jump into the water below but he was so calm, it was almost like he knew I was there to help. When I got it to the top it hopped into my hand and shut its little eyes. The poor thing was exhausted.

I placed the baby bird in a nearby tree and the mother immediately came down and perched next to it.  Both mother and child had survived to see another day. I felt at one with the universe, everything was in order and the day was once again filled with promise.

So you might be wondering why I'm sharing this fine feathered tale today... not really sure.  It just makes me think that if you are really paying attention you can, once in a very great while, be at one with nature and become the hero in your own little story. How many times can you say, "I saved a life today."  Not nearly enough.  Peace out...