We just held her quietly for some time. Each of the girls got a chance to slide their hand into the glove to "hold her". I was so proud of them. They are gentle souls and respectful of nature and understood they needed to be quiet and still. The frightening noises and quick movements of humans can be so upsetting to birds.
When at last, our little friend felt better, she gave a quick flutter and off she flew, whereby she was quickly met by her partner who was so happy to see that she was safe and free! It is a treasured moment we'll never forget. The girls felt so full of love, knowing they helped rescue a little friend! What a special gift!
Afterwards, we had to go to the store to get more food for our feeder and ended up coming home with spring flowers that the girls wanted to plant in our courtyard. We had fun looking for worms...
And then selecting just the right flowers for each spot. The colors were so vibrant and helped ease us into the new season.
And I will finish up this post with a lovely poem to welcome Spring!
"To Spring" by William Blake (1783)
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.