Sunday, March 24, 2013

A Little Bird

RIP Tallinn. Our little parakeet that Asherel got about 10 years ago when she was 5 died yesterday. I found him on the bottom of his cage. The poor little bird was just old. He has been with us so long, always in the back ground. Never very friendly, never learned to talk, nipped us when we tried to pet him. But he would sing to the birds outside the window, or mimic some of the noises in the house. It seems very quiet now. Strange, since he was always in the background, hardly noticed. It is a little surprising to feel his absence.

Arvo made a little memorial for him. Asherel was gone, at a church function when I found him. It seemed harsh for her to return to him dead on the floor of his cage. So Arvo put him in a tissue paper lined box, and lit candles which he arranged on the table around the box. Then I hung his little namesake flag over the box.

He was a little bird, with a little presence. But nonetheless, I wish we had noticed him more, now that he is no longer here to notice.

Psalm 50:11 (NIV)
I know every bird in the mountains, and the insects in the fields are mine.

-save a dog-

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