These past few days, I had birds fly into my window. Most of them are fine, just grazing the window with a wing. Sadly two birds must have hit the window in a different way and they went down. Both times, I went outside to check on them. I picked them up and gently picked them up, cradled them in my hand and gifted them the energy they needed.
The one today, after momentarily looking unsure at me, settled down in my cupped hand and completely relaxed. Its head began to droop over the edge of my hand. Not knowing how hard it had flown into the window, I watched for a bit and then thought: Please don’t die. At that thought it opened its eyes and the head came up. As if taking care of my concern, it stayed in my hand, yet kept the head up, only closing the eyes and leaning the head against my fingers. When other birds were around, it opened the eyes again, looking and then closed them.
What a gift of seeing what receiving means and how willing animals are to do so.