The
dogs found a little bird in the yard the other day. It didn’t seem able to fly.
I don’t know whether it was a just-out-of-the-nest baby, or whether it had some
defect. It didn’t really look like a newbie.
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That
was bad enough, but then it got stuck. The fence actually has chicken wire
attached, and the even this little bird was a little to large to get through
the holes in the mesh.
I put
on my garden gloves and tried to move it one way or the other, but it wouldn’t
budge. Then I got my wire cutters and made the hole a little larger; the bird
forged on through. Since it couldn’t fly, it was fairly easy to capture in my
gloved hands, and I set it in a safe area where at least the dogs wouldn’t find
it. I can’t vouch for its safety from cats and birds of prey, though.
There’s
a lesson in this. Perhaps you can figure it out. If you do, let me know,
because I’m not sure what it is!
But
just imagine: someday perhaps there will be stories about Amma Photini (me).
A sister came to Amma Photini
and said, “My sister is in a quandary, and can’t decide which side of the fence
to be on. What should I tell her?”
Abba Photini answered, “Is it
right that the dogs should bother a little bird that cannot fly? Better to have
a bird in the hand by the aid of wire-cutters than to have two dogs in the
bushes.”
I think
maybe that’s exactly how some of those “Sayings of the Desert Fathers” came to
be! (You know – the obscure ones that leave you shaking your head…).
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.
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