Small Creatures

Sometimes, even on the cloudiest days, a little ray of sunshine will peek through, even if only for a few moments.

While walking yesterday morning, I found an injured Cardinal.  He was sitting in the middle of the street.  His wing broken and his tail gone.  Well, ya'll know me.  I couldn't leave him there.  I picked him up and brought him home:

He hopped around my mudroom, he ate some sunflower seeds and he chirped a little bit.  I made some phone calls and made arrangements to take him to the wildlife rehab center which is not far from where I live.

I pulled out one of my small kitty carriers and fixed it up with a towel for him so I could safely transport him to the rehab center.  Sadly, he didn't make it.  But at least I was able to give him a quiet place to pass in peace and quiet with dignity.  Last night, Scott buried this beautiful little bird in our backyard.

Isn't it amazing what the tiniest of creatures give to us?  For a short time, I was so focused on this precious little bird, that I had momentary relief from my grief for losing Simba.  All creatures great and small.