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A Personal Journey...
... Of Surviving the Wilderness
“Well I didn't have an answer for that and the next thing I knew my wings were a flappin’ and we were out of there and I have been flying ever since.”
Red looked directly at the little wren, "Now what about you? Do you miss your friends, your home or the feel of the wind rushing through your wings?
You know you are NOT afraid of flying; you are afraid of trees. I'm afraid of buildings. But don't let that stop us from flying. Birds are born to fly. Birds need to fly. I will make you a deal - I won't fly near any trees and you don't fly near any buildings – agreed?
The little wren was very nervous, “you promise we won't go very far!” she asked?
“We will always keep the yard in sight if you want" promised Red.
The little wren hesitantly took a step forward, “Well…ok, I’ll try,”
“So you see, I do understand about you not wanting to fly again because at that time I never wanted to fly again. I was too embarrassed to, because of my red wing and, like you, I got used to the safeness of the yard with food and shelter always being there.
“Why did you leave,” queried the little wren, “what made you fly again?”
Red continued the story. “One day one of my friends, that I used to fly, with flew into the yard. “Hey Red” he said, "where have you been? Come on let's have some fun.”
“I told I didn't think so because everyone would tease me about my red wing.”
“Red wing, brown wing, who cares?" he retorted. “Birds need to fly. Now get your wings a flapping and let's get out of here.”
Red’s Story.. con’t
