Yesterday on the way home from the post office, we came across this beautiful bird in the middle of the road. I instantly knew it had been hit, but didnt realize it was still alive until we drove past. So I told James to turn around so we could get him out of the middle of the road before he got hit again. When I went to pick him up, I saw blood, and he didnt attempt to move, so I thought it must of been pretty bad. I scooped him up, and unknowing to James, brought him back to the car with me to take home. I was worried if I just moved him to the side of the road, he would straggle back there, and I felt in my heart that if he did die, I wanted to be able to send him off with love. I didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but my heart told me it was, with the best intentions.
After we brought him home, I sat him in the grass to see if he would try to move or fly. For a while he just sat there. But luckily, when I went to move him, it hopped. Then it hopped a little bit further. Then it mustered up the courage to hop up onto a little low branch... After sitting for a moment at each step it made, it would venture a little further, until finally it flew up into the tree!!! Here he is below up in the tree. After sitting and recouping for a long time in the tree, it flew off! I was sooooo happy to know that he made it, even if he was relocated. If I had left him in the road, he would surely not be with us today. Ive never had such an up close personal experience with a wild bird before. I talked to it alot while it was up in the tree. I told it to please come visit me... although, Im pretty sure I wont be seeing him in my backyard. Cuckoos like to remain hidden in the woods. But I would be delighted if he did!!!
Since we are currently studying animal spirit guides in the Intuitive Heart Sanctuary, I definitely saw this one as a sign. I usually do anyway, since I feel such a connection with animals... but evermore so this time. It was very interesting to read about this particular bird and its meanings, especially knowing the cuckoo is a close relative to the roadrunner, whom came to me preceeding my dads death. The fact that this little birdy made it out alive, and its a yellow-billed one, not a black-billed one, tells that it came to show me a new beginning, not an ending this time. Im curious to see how this unfolds. I feel blessed to have met him yesterday.