Last night Himself was out in the garage with The Other Woman. My rival is a 1977 MG that he caresses and babies and spends a lot of money on. Attracted by the light, a very tired, bedraggled magpie lark flew in under the partly closed door seeking shelter from the storm outside. It was soaked to the skin, was missing a foot, and its remaining toes were very deformed. It had probably gotten tangled in its nesting material as a chick, leaving it with mangled feet.

 

It allowed him to pick it up and set it down on some rags. I got it some grated cheese and shredded meat which it wolfed down. Apart from being wet and tired, it seemed to cope quite well on its funny little feet. We left it in the garage overnight to see how it fared. When we opened the door in the morning a very different bird greeted us. It was dry and perky, and flew right out the door again to live another day.

 

Life is like that. Things can appear incredibly bleak. It’s hard to imagine how it could possibly get better. But at any moment something can happen that turns it all around. Help can come from surprising sources. Although we may be a bit battered by life, we find we can cope after all. We just have to keep looking for that light in the darkness and somewhere we’ll find it. Fly towards that light!

 

(thinking of you M  ...  hang in there ... )