Wild Birds Delivering a Message

[Bill Walker]

Three quick stories.

     I was sitting in a library parking lot using their free wifi. I had the drivers side window open with my left arm resting on it. When all of the sudden a wild yellow bellied finch decided to land on the drivers side mirror.

     I found this amusing as he/she was close enough that I could have reached out and stroked his tummy. That's when this bird started in with this song that was very much pointed at me. The only thing I could imagine is that I had been thinking about my mother, now deceased, and figured that this was her way of letting me know she had heard my thoughts. And that was very reassuring.

     On another occasion I was sitting at the local elementary school next to their well house in the shade. At times I go there to meditate and talk to spirit when school is not in session.

     This time, I had fallen into a deep trance. There was literally nothing but my blank consciousness in a dark peaceful space. Then suddenly a small bird, probably a sparrow, landed on my arm. Unfortunately this startled me and I jumped scaring my little friend into flight.

     I was immediately disappointed in myself for not being able to hold the trance and accepting that this bird had had no fear in approaching and landing on me,

     And finally, I was at a McDonalds, I don't eat there very often, having lunch in my car on a cold damp winter day. I had just pulled my order of French Fries out of the bag when a sparrow landed on my windshield wiper blade on the drivers side right in front of me.

     This sparrow kept looking first at me and then at the French Fries. It was so obvious what he was saying and what he wanted. I opened my window and broke off a piece of a fry, blew on it, and put it on the windshield wiper blade trying not to scare him off. As soon as I pulled my arm in he hopped over took the fry and was off.

     I felt happy that he had accepted my offering and I started to eat. About two minutes later here he came again landing on the windshield wiper blade. This time I put my arm all the way out as far as I could trying to see if he would take the French Fry straight out of my fingers. Which he had no problem with that at all before flying off again.

     I waited to see if he would come back a third time but he didn't. I guess he was full after two fries. I was amazed though at how smart this bird was at knowing just how to communicate that he wanted a French Fry through the front window of a car. And that made me wonder if he did this on a regular basis? 

     I have eaten at that McDonalds a couple of times since over the years but I have never experienced his return to my disappointment!