Just an observation. I mentioned in my post earlier that I have a little canary. He’s just a plain little yellow canary, but he sings and he sings. Sometimes in the morning, before I wake up fully, I hear him making little chirping noises and peeking out from underneath his blanket, looking at me. He wants that blanket off so he can burst into song. I love that.
The one that I had before him was sick when I got him. He had something called air sac mites. I tried and I tried to get rid of them. I tried all the remedies. I finally tried one that seemed to keep it at bay but it wouldn’t get rid of it.When it was bad, he couldn’t sing. He would sit fluffed up motionless and silent. But he was a little fighter. Everything in him wanted just a chance to do what he loved most, sing! And whenever he felt a little better, that’s just what he would do. It didn’t take much, and it wasn’t the prettiest song sometimes. And it was a little breathy and short, but he sang. And because of that, because he fought so hard to do what he was created to do, his songs were precious to me and filled the air with the sweetest music imaginable.
That was a lesson to me. Every opportunity I get in life, no matter how crummy I feel, if I find a moment when the clouds peel away and I feel just a little bit better, and I have the strength, I sing!!!! Be like my brave little yellow friend. Fight on, and every chance you have . . . SING!