I got home from work and saw a purple finch sleeping beneath my bird feeder. It's very cold. The adolescent baby had his head tucked beneath his wing trying to stay warm.
I wrapped both palms around him and lifted him up to my mouth. As he started to struggle, I let out a long slow warming breath. He liked it. I could feel his icy little toes. He snuggled up.
I stood there for awhile surrounding him with care and then I went up to window where my husband was. I had his attention. He wondered what I was holding. I opened my hands. The finch flew to the next feeder and began eating again. It's going to be zero out there tonight. Say a prayer for all the winter babies.
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