A Spectacular Moment of Nature

A year ago, I got the chance to witness a baby blue bird learning to fly for the first time, and it was beautiful.

I had been with my boyfriend that day, and he had to go to work, so I'd walked him to the door. Then, I called him back.

Standing in the living room, I could see through the kitchen, in the window to the side of the house, there was a beautiful blue jay. It stood perched on the fence of my backyard. Even though blue birds aren't quite a rare sight now around my neighborhood, I always love to take in the sight of one. They are one of the more beautiful birds, among all the black birds that we have around. This adult blue jay was enough reason for me to call my boyfriend back to take a look.

He took some interest in the bird, at least to amuse me, but then he had to go off to work. The moment had ended, so I thought, and I went about the rest of my day.

So, when I went back into the backyard, I did not know what I would find, did not think I had a chance of witnessing what I did. I simply enjoy to sometimes go out and sit, to listen to the sounds of the birds, to feel the sun warming my skin, and to not do much else. Joey, my dog, came along this time.

When I got outside, it seemed that there was suddenly commotion everywhere. I didn't know what had happened. With all the flapping that I heard, I thought that maybe we'd interrupted some birds' party.

And that's when I discovered it. There was this tiny little blue jay chick. It was sitting right there next to where I stood, perched on the back of the bench.

I would have stood there starring at it right then, if my dog hadn't been trying to murder his brother at the same time. Joey was chasing the other chick, that helpless little thing, right into the corner of the backyard. I had to quickly yell at him to come back inside.

Well, that baby bird learned to fly much faster than his sibling. In fear for his life, the chick managed to fly over the fence, escaping my dog. I was happy for this, of course. My dog went another day not becoming a bird murderer. And a baby bird learned to fly.

Then, it was just me and this fuzzy little thing upon the bench, just sitting there and looking as me.

We watched each other for the longest time. I was fascinated. He was probably scared.

Then, he flew into the window next to him. He grabbed on to the netting with his strong feet. He tried to use it to allow himself to fly higher, but the top part of the window has no netting, and he found himself falling into the bushes.

I continued to watch, waiting to see when he would get out of the bushes to begin his attempts at flying again. When he did start, his technique consisted of jumping about the yard, flying up on the bars of the fence, hoping these would take him higher. His little wings were still weak, but he was learning.

I would see an adult blue jay flying in and out of the yard while his process went on. I had to assume this was his mother, securely watching him, making sure he was okay. Together, his mother and I watched him figure it out and achieve what is probably the greatest moment in a bird's life, learning to fly. I'm glad I was there with her to witness it.

At the time, I tried to get everyone around to come see this amazing thing happening. I'd told my mom and my brother, but no one was as interested as I was. Hopefully, you were at least mildly entertained by my recounting of the events.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyoKbzn1bzo

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