Bird In the Bakery

Yesterday, when I could finally surface at 2:30pm from the back dark cold panning area (I started work at 7am. yesterday)...when I came to the front where it is warm and light-filled,...or so it seemed.......
yesterday, there was a little bird in the store. A customer smiled at me and pointed behind me and there it was...sitting on a loaf of bread...(Canadian Harvest which has the seeds!!). It had somehow gotten in to get warm. Then I got afraid for it, because the whole picture then came into view...especially if it was sitting where it was sitting. The woman saw my discomfort and said, "I won't tell, for sure". It made the whole day's darkness go away for a few minutes while I watched the bird fly around...I even got a chance to 'connect' with a co-worker over it.

This is the same phenomenum that I see would happen here in this 'No Animals Allowed' building. People would be able to relate on a different level...a level of the heart....or most would. There are always die-hard spoilers. (And basically that is what they do,...die hard).

November 18, 2006
It has been about two weeks since the little bird came into the store by accident. The last three days have been actually quite warm, considering the time of year. But the little bird has not been in the store since last weekend. I remember looking at it fly around and thinking it was like it was with me and Henry the few days before I had to move and we were both so in tune with each other and nature...and yet in the back of my mind, even though I didn't know exactly what was going to happen (and certainly not what did eventually happen with such tragic results for everyone involved)...I knew that the little bird's days were numbered. He was in jail anyway....even if it was a seemingly nice jail. He was not free to be a bird. I asked around as to what had happened but nobody wanted me to know...and feigned ignorance. I doubt that it was taken kindly out, with a net. More likely, knowing the people who do these things (and often with such glee)...he was more likely killed. It makes me very sad. It was a tiny glimmer of life in a very life-less environment.