I don’t know if it’s the same Magpie, but for the last three days in a row, when I walk past our greenhouse, one has been furiously trapped inside the glass. Even though the door is wide open, (and the way he got in), he beats himself into a panic. I struggle to know what to do. I stand at the door and whistle. Foolish probably. In all that flapping, I’m not sure he hears me. But so far, he has escaped. 

And it makes me wonder, if it is the same one, why does he keep going in? Or if it’s a different one, why hasn’t he told his friends about it – warned them? And I have to laugh, because why would the Magpie be so much more advanced than we humans. I mean, I know it first hand. I have to learn the same lessons over and over. My victory being a little less flapping each time, and a little more conversation with my friends. And I believe we have that responsibility, when we find a way, an opening, to clear the entry for others. Now some might grumble, “well, I had to do it on my own….” — and sure, we all find ourselves in that position at some point — and bravo to anyone who makes it through — but maybe, just maybe, if we were all in the clear, and all that violent flapping turned into a conversation, who knows what we could accomplish?

It’s just a thought — maybe only a whistle in the doorway — but still, it’s nice here, so I keep waving, I keep calling.