For a few days I noticed an old goldfinch sitting quietly at our bird feeder. I grew a bit worried as it didn’t fly away as goldfinches do when two-legged mammals approach. Upon studying the bird, I noticed it was healthy but old. I gave it some extra food and wished it was just a passing illness, but I knew better. When it disappeared, I checked the garden for a dead bird but couldn’t find it.
A few days later my husband found it, near our garden chairs, it was dead. It had been sitting against the wall of our house. I picked it up (with rubber gloves on) and saw it had died peacefully some days ago. The feathers were still beautiful.
We had many juvenile goldfinches at our feeder this summer making; they had at least two nests this summer. And as they have such a good Nyjer-seed restaurant in our garden, granddaddy or grand-mommy decided to die in our garden. The way it curled up against the wall of our house was touching. There is something about the way animals die. They die without fear and with full acceptance when they aren’t in pain, at least so it seems. How a tiny bird offers a moment of reflection….
I hope you all are well and enjoying a steady flow of inspiration.
P.S. I am currently painting with yarn. I will soon return to paiting with pigments too.