Lesson from a Blackbird

I grew up on a farm.  My brother and I were out in a field with his shotgun one day when a flock of blackbirds flew over.  I fired into the flock, hitting one unfortunate bird.  I was thrilled at my marksmanship, never having expected to hit anything.  Feeling victorious, I picked the little bird up, only to find he wasn’t dead yet.  He wrapped his little claws around my finger reflexively, like a newborn baby does.  It broke my heart that I had taken his life for no reason other than my own pleasure.  That was when I learned every creature’s life is as precious to it as mine is to me.  I’ve never wanted to harm another since then.

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11 thoughts on “Lesson from a Blackbird

  1. Talk about your double meanings of “bird in the hand”! I have a similarly guilt-ridden story that involves bullfrogs and croaking ~ literally and figuratively. I had already reserved that topic for a future post so I won’t spoil it anymore.

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  2. My cousin did something similar with a yellow finch. Just shot it right out of the tree with a BBgun. His mother was so angry with him, I doubt he felt any sympathy as you did since the next day he was out targeting birds again.

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  3. Even the tiniest creature teaches us something. Mostle those are the ones that teach us the biggest lessons. Guess we all had such an experience. I totally understand your bleeding heart.

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