​Yesterday I went upstairs to my office to do a little bit of work. I sat down and took a deep breath and heard...scratch scratch scratch. As a psychic you’ve got to check that it’s not Spirit being a bit bloody naughty. Hmmm, no.
There it was again, scratch scratch scratch. It was coming from directly above me. And then the unmistakable sound of wings flapping. Frantically mind you.
We had a bird in our loft.
My husband went up to check and found a juvenile starling, very distressed and clearly lost.
Oh, he tried everything to get it out safely. It just kept fighting his best efforts to free it. So quite a while later and after being able to grab it but needing to let it go lest he hurt it, he emerged empty handed. We actually thought it had gone into the wall cavity.
So last night I didn’t sleep. And neither did my husband. I kept hearing it flutter a bit and then nothing. I had images of us ripping out a wall to get to it. I put down food and water to try and coax it out.
So very early this morning I hear the wings beating again. Really strong now. Then what sounded like it calling “mum”!!!
That was it. Loft hatch open. Room closed off. Windows wide open. Again.
C’mon baby. Take a risk. Fly towards the light. You’re going to have to get out of this comfort zone cause it’ll end up killing you. You don’t belong here. You were made to be free.
The bird swooped down and into the room. My husband and I were so excited. Almost there! Almost there!
It was momentarily stunned by its own reflection in the mirror and then stumbled towards the window sill, teetering on the brink.
Then it took flight, soaring up towards a large tree outside.
My husband and I looked at each other, misty eyed. For there is something infinitely beautiful in seeing something reclaim its freedom and it’s rightful place, especially after a period of struggle. Ourselves included.
Fear can trap us, facing it can free us.
Have yourself a beautiful week.