I'm an official occupant of Lexington Kentucky. I say occupant because I haven't received my Kentucky drivers license yet. I arrived on a rainy June morning three weeks ago. The first thing I did was take a long walk, mostly to familiarize myself with the neighborhood. I live near downtown Lexy,the neighborhood is filled with historical homes, art galleries and small private shops. It's a place where artist dwell in old Victorian Mansions hidden behind antique, lace and a kaleidoscope of colors. It feels like home.
Since I've been here I have had the privilege to reacquaint myself with my nieces and nephews. What a joy they all are; each with their unique personalities and tender-hearts.
Today I was sitting on the porch and I noticed a wounded bird in the middle of the road with cars passing by barely missing hitting it. On the other side of the street was a cat waiting for the traffic to clear to pounce on his injured prey. I watched for a few minutes, I didn't know what to do. I stuck my head in the door and told my nieces about the bird. My niece Nia,is a shy, withdrawn, extremely intelligent fourteen year old. Nia has a way of walking up on you to talk to you. It's not her nature to shout across the room to get your attention.
She walked outside to where I stood and said in her little Nia way, "Go get it". I said, "What?" She repeated it. Then she said "I mean it!" Then I gave her my best bucked-eyed scared look and thought to myself, what if I get hit by a car while bending over the bird and the cat attacks me and scratch up my face all the while the two big birds hoovering near start pecking at my eyes, wouldn't she feel bad! Finally she said "I'll go with you." I reluctantly agreed, but I told her I need to put my shoes on and get something to pick it up with. I went and got a pair of sneakers and she handed me some paper towel and a small waste basket. Don't get me wrong I'm all for animal rescue but, I wasn't feeling picking it up with my hand, especially since I saw it start pecking at the cat when it got near.
I grabbed the dust pan.
We get close to the bird and it's so still we wonder if we're to late. Nia being braver than I bent down and touched it. The poor little frightened bird began to fray wildly. One side of his body was bloody and limp. Nia grab the paper towel and gently placed him on the dust pan. I placed him in the makeshift nest Nia made out of the waste basket lined with paper towel. We took him in the house and accessed the damage. There is a small wound where his tail feathers should have been and his leg is broken. I get my emergency medical kit and we clean the wound with peroxide and apply antibiotic ointment. He screeched in pain when we attempted to bandage his leg.
As I watch him peck at our hands when we're cleaning his wound I'm reminded of a time several years ago when the Lord had me start a women's ministry. There was a woman that use to give me such a hard time. No matter how hard I tried to help her she fought against me. Finally I went to the Lord in prayer (mostly complaining) and told him I can't take her anymore. She was difficult and gossipy and she didn't like me. He told me, "A wounded bird will peck you."
That's one of the greatest lesson I have had to learn when it comes to wounded women. Like that bird we have survived against all odds. The bird survived the traffic, a vicious attack on his life, a family that loved him but didn't know how to save him. My wounded sisters and I have survived much worse.
Fearless
Since I've been here I have had the privilege to reacquaint myself with my nieces and nephews. What a joy they all are; each with their unique personalities and tender-hearts.
Today I was sitting on the porch and I noticed a wounded bird in the middle of the road with cars passing by barely missing hitting it. On the other side of the street was a cat waiting for the traffic to clear to pounce on his injured prey. I watched for a few minutes, I didn't know what to do. I stuck my head in the door and told my nieces about the bird. My niece Nia,is a shy, withdrawn, extremely intelligent fourteen year old. Nia has a way of walking up on you to talk to you. It's not her nature to shout across the room to get your attention.
She walked outside to where I stood and said in her little Nia way, "Go get it". I said, "What?" She repeated it. Then she said "I mean it!" Then I gave her my best bucked-eyed scared look and thought to myself, what if I get hit by a car while bending over the bird and the cat attacks me and scratch up my face all the while the two big birds hoovering near start pecking at my eyes, wouldn't she feel bad! Finally she said "I'll go with you." I reluctantly agreed, but I told her I need to put my shoes on and get something to pick it up with. I went and got a pair of sneakers and she handed me some paper towel and a small waste basket. Don't get me wrong I'm all for animal rescue but, I wasn't feeling picking it up with my hand, especially since I saw it start pecking at the cat when it got near.
I grabbed the dust pan.
We get close to the bird and it's so still we wonder if we're to late. Nia being braver than I bent down and touched it. The poor little frightened bird began to fray wildly. One side of his body was bloody and limp. Nia grab the paper towel and gently placed him on the dust pan. I placed him in the makeshift nest Nia made out of the waste basket lined with paper towel. We took him in the house and accessed the damage. There is a small wound where his tail feathers should have been and his leg is broken. I get my emergency medical kit and we clean the wound with peroxide and apply antibiotic ointment. He screeched in pain when we attempted to bandage his leg.
As I watch him peck at our hands when we're cleaning his wound I'm reminded of a time several years ago when the Lord had me start a women's ministry. There was a woman that use to give me such a hard time. No matter how hard I tried to help her she fought against me. Finally I went to the Lord in prayer (mostly complaining) and told him I can't take her anymore. She was difficult and gossipy and she didn't like me. He told me, "A wounded bird will peck you."
That's one of the greatest lesson I have had to learn when it comes to wounded women. Like that bird we have survived against all odds. The bird survived the traffic, a vicious attack on his life, a family that loved him but didn't know how to save him. My wounded sisters and I have survived much worse.
Fearless
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Nice Post. This transmit helped me in my school assignment. Thanks Alot
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