Howdy Friends,
That little bird was determined to secure a long strand of
Kessy’s tail hair for her nest. I had just settled into my Coffee Clutch chair
next to Kessy, Saturday by my side and Lil’ Bit on my lap. Kessy worked on her
hay, Saturday fought back sleep, Lil’ Bit purred, but watched intently the tiny
brown bird.
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| This tiny Carolina Wren would win! |
When I brush Kessy and comb her thick long black tail and
mane, I gather the hairs and pile them on an oak tree fork for the birds to use
as nesting material. I wedge them there so they’ll stay and birds of all kind
use them. The phoebes in the barn line their nests with Kessy hair, red-eyed
vireos do too, and every fall we find another one or two neat little nests with
a blanket of black tail hair woven snuggly inside. We have a little collection
of bird nests on the back porch all with Kessy’s hair as the finishing touch.
So determined was the little wren to collect her horse hair
building material she managed to dislodge the ball from the tree crotch, and
drop it to the ground. She descended immediately upon it, grasped the most perfect
strand and began hopping backwards, but the entire wad of hair simply bounced
along with her.
For a second it seemed she’d made progress, until Lil’ Bit
could stand no more, and leaped from my lap to stalk the tiny industrious bird.
Mrs. Wren let go her prize and flitted safely to a branch. Lil’ Bit gave the tempting
hair pile a respectable investigation then wondered away to do whatever young
cats do on early morning romps.
Mrs. Wren was back on the hair ball in an instant, falling
from the tree would not stop her, and surely no curious feline with a limited
attention span mattered much, so back to her task she must go. After all,
somewhere in one of our buildings she had a nest to complete. Deeply restored
in her endeavor she had managed to nearly jerk lose a most perfect strand—then
our guinea fowl came cackling, strutting and bouncing her way. Forced by yet another
interruption and hurdle to achieving her goal, Mrs. Wren flew to her safe haven
branch, then from sight.
I wondered if she might give up, after all it seemed a
colossal effort for a single strand of horse hair, no matter how magnificent.
Then almost as quickly as the guineas wandered away the tough little bird swooped
from the thick mat of green forest wall to the wad of horse hair. She wasted no
time in finding the single hair she’d nearly freed from the ball, tugged,
tugged and tugged and finally flew away with her prize trailing in the wind
behind her like a kite’s tail.
I was about to pour my second cup of Folgers, most Coffee Clutch
gatherings are at least 2 cuppers, when she reappeared fussing over that bundle
of horse tail hair. I happen to know a perfect nest requires more than a few
strands of hair. And I had no doubt Mrs. Wren would eventually have all she
needed, she has the determination that will guarantee success.
We all have that same determination within in us. Some of us
can, no matter the challenge dig deep and like Mrs. Wren, keep coming back
until we too have grasped our prize or accomplished our goal. All of though
have also said, “That’s enough, I’m done.” And sometimes that’s the correct
choice.
But if we give up after a few set backs on something too
important and our inner self tells us to keep trying, follow a new direction,
give it another attempt, then it is best to follow that inner voice. Think of
this tiny brown bird, all her set-backs, and her determination and find the
drive inside to make hardship, bad breaks and obstacle, merely interruptions
and learning curves. Dig in and win!
Gitty Up, Dutch Henry
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