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A Personal Journey...
... Of Surviving the Wilderness
She kept looking at the lowest branch of the oak tree. It looked so far away and so high above the ground. Finally one afternoon she knew she was going to have to try one more time.
She stretched her wings out as far as they could go and starting flapping. Gathering together as much courage as she could she slowly lifted her feet off of the ground and began to fly.
At first she flew very close to the ground but as she gained speed and got closer to the oak tree she started fly up towards the lowest branch. Her heart was beating wildly as a voice inside her screamed, "you're going to make it, you're going to make it!”
Before she realized how fast she was going the branch was right in front of her. As she desperately reached out to grab the branch, the vision of another tree trunk, on another day, popped into her head.
It distracted her just long enough that she failed to get a good grip on the branch and she fell forward, tumbling out of control towards the ground below. At the last moment she fluttered her wings and landed with a hard thump.
Getting up, she checked herself over and other than a few ruffled feathers she was unhurt. She looked back up at the branch and determined she was never going to fly again. With that she turned and walked back to her birdhouse.
“Are you ready to fly with me yet”?
Red winked at her, "that's okay, I'll be back soon and maybe you can then."
As he turned to go the little wren noticed a dark red patch from the tip of one wing all the way up to the first bend. Before she could say anything Red took off. As she watched him fly out of sight she could not help but wonder how a brown bird would have such unusual markings.
Over the next few days the little wren anxiously watched the skies waiting for him to return. “If only I wasn't afraid to fly maybe he would come by more often!”
One More Try
