Lesson of Love from Sparrows
Peter Y. Woo, 2007/7/3
Under the eaves of our house often are hornets nests or birds nests. 3 weeks ago I found lots of bird's dung on the pavement under our eaves, which are 20 feet high. I got impatient, got a double length pole that can stretch to 16 feet, and poked at it.
It fell down. As before, I expected some mess with the broken eggs and the twigs. Well, as I used a broom to brush the stuff onto a dust bin, something moved. A newborn birdie! In fact, three!. They have black feathers, and 4 inch long scrawny legs, and looke like dirty brown balls of fuzz. I expected them to be dead soon, but I placed them on top of a tree stump.
Well they were still not dead the next morning, and then I heard an unusually loud chirp from some birds.
For the first time in my life, I felt guilty about killing the birdlings. I began to think how the parents had felt. I began to feel myself a murderer, of innocent children of two birds.
The next day I told my wife. She never cared much for birds. She took a look at those things, they were still alive. Night came, I finally put some paper towels into a bowl, put the 3 little things in it, put the bowl on a little stand outside the house.
The next morning, two sparrows chirped loudly. They must be the parents. They have dabbled breasts, a little bit of a black cap over the heads, bigger than ordinary sparrows, otherwise quite undistinguished in shape and color, but sang almost like parakeets. I still don't know what they are, definitely not swallows, but I just call them "sparrows".
I moved the bowl into a flower pot shelf outside our front window facing east, under our avacado tree that protects them from the sun during the mornings. The parents knew, and soon they began to drop down on the birdlings from time to time. They fed them with little spurts of toothpaste like black and white stuff. At first I thought they were messy dung, but the way they were smeared on the paper towel very close to the birdlings, I think it is food.
Now it began to move my heart. This is how the parents labored so hard to feed their children, who could not chirp, could only squeak a little, squirm a little, but they have bright yellow rimmed wide beaks. These parents, like my picture of the old man holding his granddaughter, are uneducated, dirt poor, yet all they have, all they know, they bestowed on the little ones. That old man of Guizhou patted the screaming child, and said, "Oh it hurts no more, it hurts no more" (bu toong ler, bu toong ler . . ) Scientifically, such words are futile to reduce any of her pain, yet this is all, all that he could say, from his heart, with all that he did have ----- love.
Well, these parent birds do the same.
Soon my wife began to get hooked on these birdlings. She tried to shield them from the cold nights, or from the hot day. I told her not to regard their "food" as dung.
We crossed our fingers to see whether they survive. After 3 days, they seemed to grow stronger, and bigger. The parents chirped around, morning and evening.
We went to a pet shop to look for a cage. We want to keep the birds and make them our pets. But a small cage costs $30 USD !!! Well, too bad, my love for the birds is real, my contrite heart is real, but still too selfish to sacrifice that much money.
Then I left for Hong Kong.
After 36 hours, this morning in Hong Kong, She called and told me the birdlings have flown away.
I was glad they survived, but she was sad they flew away. Now there are no chirps in the morning around that avocado tree. She wished they won't fly away like that. I said it is better for them to be free and healthy, and perhaps, if we put some food out there, they may still come back.
A thought came: Our Father knows someone is filled with apprehension and sadness because the husband leaving for HK and China for a few weeks, and so He sent her a little adventure. An adventure of falling in love with these fuzzy things that came into her life just for a few days, to show how He cares for us, just like these chirping parents cared for their young. Oh it brought so much warm feelings to us, and I was almost in tears. The Chinese say He loved us "mow may butt jee", taking care of the most minute details.
My wife often wondered where is God while she suffered so many uncertainties and setbacks in health during the past 12 months, but once I left, God sent her 3 gifts of comfort. 1, these birds; 2, a sister who is in great need that she can minister to; 3, the Editor of the popular Chinese Christian monthly newspaper called, encouraging her to write for them again. These in addition to our daughter R coming with husband and son to live with us a while.