Early one evening over the Summer our cat unfortunately brought in a baby sparrow she’d caught. We managed to prise it away from her, check it all over for wounds and damaged wings, and noticed it was very young because it had very little plumage.
Being a Vet I told my husband it had absolutely zero chance of survival and it’s a complete goner because I’ve had HUNDREDS of baby birds brought into the surgery by members of the public over the years and they just don’t survive so young with the trauma of being attacked and separated from their mothers.
I was taken aback by the firmness of the words coming out of my mouth because this was very unlike me and I ALWAYS believe in miracles for everyone and everything, but my medical knowledge and practical experience was speaking the loudest today.
We tried to look for the nest outside but couldn’t find one, so we placed it on top of our shed roof out of reach from other neighbourhood cats and predators and hoped the mother would find it because it stood the BEST chance of survival with her.
But being dusk there was not a bird in sight, and it just stayed frozen in one spot. After a few minutes it made a bee-line for the edge of the shed roof and plummeted very hard to the ground.
I picked it up and felt so sick to my stomach seeing the pain on its little face – it looked as though it now had head trauma with a stunned expression on its face and wide open, dilated pupils and open beak / agonal gasping. It then slumped into a head plant position with its tail in the air… a definite dying position, and I couldn’t bear to watch it die nor had any drugs at home to end its suffering, so I left it in a safe place still hoping the mother would find it and comfort it in its final moments. I prayed for relief from any pain and suffering, had half a mustard seed’s worth of faith knowing it would be an absolute miracle if it survived, and went inside.
A few hours later when I was going to bed, I wanted peace of mind that it had passed away so I took a torch and very surprisingly found it was still alive! I thought well, if it’s survived this far with no mother in sight, it deserves a warm night indoors rather than being out in the cold. I picked it up, closed my hand around it and its claws latched onto the palm of my hand and it didn’t seem to move or fret in any way.
It miraculously survived the night and the next morning I started hand feeding it with tweezers and it started excreting lots of healthy-looking pooh’s, so that was a very good sign! It wasn’t going to have a happy life being imprinted on me so later on I put it in the middle of the lawn and it just sat very still for about a minute and then all of a sudden hopped to the edge of the garden, and within 10 seconds the mother bird swooped down, they both squawked at each other, and in no time the mother had found a green worm and fed it. This carried on into the next day with the mother still feeding it and I had absolute confidence that the baby sparrow was not going to come to any further harm having miraculously survived so much.
I looked up the Scripture we commonly recite about sparrows and coins, and I was stunned to have Jesus’ very own account of sparrows falling to the ground jump out at me – He was describing the story of MY sparrow! “Are not two little sparrows sold for a copper coin? And yet not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered [for the Father is sovereign and has complete knowledge]. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows. (Matthew 10:29-31 AMP).”
I was gobsmacked that Jesus would care so much about a common house sparrow (of which there are millions in the world), that He’d hear my prayers and EVEN consider miraculously healing this ONE little sparrow. How much MORE love and compassion and healing power does He then have for all of us!