Motivation

The birds fly

by Danilo Santana - Brazilian Writer

Although it was late afternoon, when the top of the balcony of my room, looking at the long and flowery tree, ipe, so close to my hands, in its weakest branch, noticed a strange formation, which had started with a handful of Garnetted stock of grass , mixed with fiber of dried leaves and interlaced by white flakes of paineira satin. I missed by minutes wondering if the winds of autumn would, by coincidence, they had managed to get those many and varied pieces to those heights, and the meeting with the appearance of such a perfect little bed lined in satin.

Then, I have concluded that the nature, strong and unpredictable, it is capable of immense deserts and endless forests, beautiful beaches and deep oceans, mountains and valleys of incredible dreams, all equally intriguing, a seething life on all sides of our existence therefore there was no mystery. Only a sum of coincidences created a new and beautiful designs to decorate the most beautiful tree in my garden, whose branches, friends, progressed on my balcony.

When night came, probably, even the perception of packaged gifts of nature, I returned to look for one tiny point clear, between the sheets, and had the distinct impression that there was a change in form, which, of course, could be explained by the reflection of the warm light of the moon has already been raised in the east.

In the following two days and get nothing, so my days were routine, without even noting the color of joy, the sounds of life and even the heat of souls that permeate our times and that for that reason alone, I warrant, with leftovers, all smiles, not always spent.

But it was the third day, almost by surprise, I am sure that nature had built something very special. Was not actually a work of wind, but, wonderfully, was the result of hard work of two small birds, anonymous, that given their primitive programming, building a modest but comfortable nest in which they could deposit their eggs and meet the prophecy of the preservation of the species.

I lost or won, many minutes there, contemplating the evolution of life, feeling the world is growing and developing at my side. Not only that time the nest size and shape was outlined, but the leaves of ipe is also multiplied, and created a thick curtain of protection at the same time come together and becomes an unusual solid support, interlace and that new and stronger blessed home.

They were beautiful days, weeks, in which the adoption of healthy habits, the corner of my balcony every morning and as also the evening when possible, monitor the nest and admire the impressive conduct of its builders.

One day, after a strong rain, with the uneasy heart, and was raised earlier giving any damage to the wind and the abundant water that could have caused such a delicate work. I was surprised to see a bird, completely soaked, with wings half-open, as if protecting the water throughout the small building, was still on the nest.

Not ready to imagine what it could do to give impetus to that admirable determination and demonstration of strength of the bird that insisted on challenging the natural elements, unrelated to the winds and waters flowing to the feathers. However, suddenly, another surprise me even more perplexed. The other bird, as an imperial guardsman, more wet than the first, also was there, in part, sympathetic, awaiting their time to fulfill the sacred duty of rotation.

Immediately recognized my insignificance, my weakness and my complete ignorance in the face of more force, force and power of nature, and left my balcony, happy, but stunned. Had acquired a new knowledge, and experienced a different feeling, through tougher reality of nature.

Several days passed and I refused to reach the balcony, I wanted to ignore what was happening, was ashamed to face the heat of my comfort with the cold and the raging humidity that tiny space that had a couple of birds. However, to see from far away, yet modest means, a small ray of sunshine, my animals. It was a good sign, perhaps even possible that my neighbors, occupants of a small branch of my ipe, were still alive, and could recover and survive.

Then a little ressabiado as anyone and do not want, until I went to the balcony, looked askance, then, more directly, and have not seen any of the birds covering the nest. I was disappointed and decided to get closer check. When away some branches, I see a movement, was a new life, eager for food, the less noise that the vegetation side, opened the nozzle, the escâncaras while piave both. A baby, alive, though.

I wanted to help, but it was not necessary, the owners reached the nest, aggressive, kicked me out of the vicinity. They were joined and dried, each had an insect in beak, and the baby stopped.

The next morning, a day of sun, clear and warm. And I, in my routine visit, I saw that the baby had already left the nest, some test-wing movements, but not yet flew. Circulated to branches and returned to the nest, then leave again, anxious, wanting to fly, but the branch was tall and the wings were still short.

For three mornings I saw him repeat the same gestures and training. Now, now more confident, pulava a branch to another, and I could not stay in the nest. So, I have observed that their parents were on the side, the nearest tree, and insistent, repetitive and whistled a ditty stimulating. Only then was sure it was a rite of initiation, it was time to take your little puppy way, winning the air, become free and independent.

There were three attempts, two frustrating, the couple beat the wings, but could not loosen their grip of the small branch that support. I was insecure, of course. However, in the third, as the adults, the wings opened completely, the glass chest, gathered his feet and is released into the air. Hold your breath, fearing that the baby could not fly, and smash it in the concrete or fell in the pool. But my anguish lasted little. Amid the whistles of birds parents, and under the gaze of several other birds to assist those unique moment, the baby won the fear, and crossed the air, with the imposing majesty of absolute, visited other trees and joined the others in a triumphal return by neighborhood.

Not seen him more, at least not there, that nest in the branch of my most hidden ipe amarelo. Well, maybe you've already seen in the other half, however, not recognize it. Months are past, and every morning still keep the habit of giving the old nest, now dead, shabby and abandoned, in vain. Sometimes I reach a slight frustration, as if that missing piece of my me, but then I hear a commotion in the garden or, more distant, a ceaseless singing of birds happy and free, and then resigned, I feel a little more comforted.

Even today a sense of abandonment, instead of another, still goes through my head when I see that my balcony was poorer, no longer can see the building its nest, or even exercising their wings. They were true. Maybe they are the surroundings, but no longer am part of their morning and offspring, though born there, right beside me, even more frequently my ipe.

It is ... life is thus part of nature. The birds fly.

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