you know the nursery rhyme..
sugar and spice and everything nice
that’s what little girls are made of…
and little girls grow up
to become women
who can be nice
but aren’t always
except for Precious
and oh how precious
she truly is
always.
and here is just one
of the bazillion stories
that I could tell you
about why
my mother
is
precious
she LOVES finches
and has had them for most of my life
and recently a pair that she had
hatched off four little bitty tiny baby birds
and Precious was SO excited.
now stay with me…
one of the four
itty bitty tiny baby birds
was born
with
one wing
one peg-leg
and another misshaped claw.
I know.
tragic.
but Precious
loved this special little bird
and named it Pip
(thinking that was the name of the little boy in the Christmas Carol with the peg-leg until tonight when we informed her that was not the name of that character. His name was Tiny Tim)
now back to Pip
one morning recently
Precious had gone to check on her baby birds
only to find Pip
almost lifeless!!!
in the little Tupperware bowl
she has in the cage
for the birds to bathe in
now here is the precious part of this story..
Precious immediately
rescues the itty bitty tiny
peg-legged
one-wing baby bird
quickly placing it in the palm of one hand
while using two fingers from the other hand
to start compressions
on the itty bitty bird’s chest
moving swiftly to the nearest hairdryer
drying from afar
careful not to stress the bird
and then …..
being that she had been ironing
prior to finding the bird in such distress
she decided to
iron a small handkerchief
(do you know where I am going with this?)
and wrap
the itty bitty tiny bird
in the warm ironed handkerchief
and then…
she waited
and within seconds
signs of improvement..
one eye open…
and then another…..
She had resuscitated PIP!!!
see???
she’s precious.
Absolutely Precious.