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A Personal Journey...
... Of Surviving the Wilderness
“Wow, this is the toughest it has ever been” thought the little wren. She quickly glanced behind her and saw she was the only one left. Now she was even more determined not to get left behind and closed to within a foot of the robin.
As she was flying so close to him, and was smaller than he was, there was no wind for her to fly through. She knew now that he would get tired before she did. And he knew it too. With one last gasp for victory the robin began flying very close to the trees weaving in and out of the branches as fast as he could fly.
The little wren stuck right on his tail, her heart beating faster and faster as he desperately tried to lose her. As he began to slow down she sensed he was tiring and was just opening her beak to cry "Victory" when a gust of wind caught one of her wings, tilting her just enough to graze a branch as she flew by.
She felt the wing go limp and before she could adjust, the trunk of the tree appeared before her. She crashed into the knotted bark and spiraled helplessly toward the ground. The last thing she remembered was the robin crying out for someone to help.
As the little wren regained her senses she could feel a pain in her chest and stiffness in her wounded wing. She turned her head and saw that it was bound to her body by some white stuff. She tried as hard as she could but it would not move.
She looked around and she saw she was enclosed in a metal cage with no way of escape. Her heart pounding, she tried to get to her feet but she had no balance and crumpled to the floor of the cage. As she tried getting to her feet again she cried out for help. No one came.
Panic overcame her and she began thrashing about the cage trying desperately to find a way out. Her cries became shrieks and the thrashing caused the straw in her cage to swirl about. As the dust began to gag her she heard a human voice and a hand reached in the cage and gently held her.
The Crash
