This little fellow was sitting on the chicken coop door, I noticed that he did not fly away with the rest of the birds on my approach. The wild birds often feed on the chicken food and sun themselves on the door. I approached him and he watched, I got closer and he watched, I slowly put my hand up on the door and he watched, I gently stoked him and he bent his little head down and watched. I called my hubby Keith to capture the moment. He was not afraid, and when he’d had enough he flew off to join his mates. It was such a wonderful experience.
Approaching wild birds is difficult to master it takes time and plenty of patience. Birds have many enemies to fear and they rarely ever let their guard down. Being on guard is surviving and staying alive. You snooze, you loose…If I had been a cat, this little one would have lost.
A wild bird’s discrimination does not exclude their most curious and ardent admires the bird lovers or wildlife photographers. They will dispatch themselves with haste when you approach unless they have become accustomed to humans. There are many parks and ponds where birds and humans gather to interact over some bread or seed.
For me there is a certain magic in the air when I am able to approach and touch a wild bird. It makes me feel honoured and privileged to have gained their trust to share a gentle touch and a magic moment. They go their way and I go mine, and I often wonder if they know how much pleasure they bring me. I walk away feeling bathed in joy and so happy to be alive.
Southland New Zealand
Be Gentle, I’m Only Little! – Wild Sparrow
Sparrows on Chicken Coop Door*