- In September, my husband and I were forced to have a huge pine tree just outside our deck door removed because the trunk has grown so large, it was touching the house. This caused the many little critters like squirrels, chipmunks, and small songbirds to stop coming to our house, even though we still have feeders. Guess it just doesn’t look right to them anymore. However, the ravens and stellar jays are still coming and a few days ago, while feeling sorry for myself as I recuperate from recent arthroscopic knee surgery, I noticed a magpie was eating out of one of the feeders on the ground, which is a new bird to our deck.
Suddenly, as if seeing me with eyes in the back of his head, this magpie quickly turned around and walked across the deck to the glider sitting in front of the big picture window. He then hopped up onto the seat of said glider, then onto the back and stared inside at me as if he’d known me forever. Wow, what a treat! I decided to talk to this new friend and began to do so. It listened and turned its head this way and that as I admired it both verbally and visually.
Then it occurred to me, as I mention in my book “We Are Different Now”, that angels love to hide in nature and one should be mindful to watch for any unusual behavior with birds, insects or animals. So, I said to my new feathered friend, “Pete, is that you?” Immediately, the magpie jumped to the window glass and hung onto the frame for awhile, then flew off. My book is about my journey with grief after the tragic death of my beloved 21-year-old grandson, Pete, and the things we have learned since he left us, so I am always looking for “signs” from his sweet spirit.
The next day, the same exact scenario happened a second time as I sat on the same couch talking to my girlfriend on the phone. My husband personally witnessed both of these happenings. Once more, I talked to the bird awhile before asking, “Pete, is that you?” and, also again, as soon as I said those words, the bird immediately leaped onto the window frame to hang and then flew away.
When I left for physical therapy the following day, this magpie flew along above and beside our car and stayed with us until he got to the back of Pete’s truck, which still sits at home, just a few blocks down the same street. He landed across the road there as we drove on.
Arriving home from physical therapy, while getting out of the car, I was having difficulty finding the right spot to place the tip of my cane in the mud that melting snow has left on our driveway. Glancing down and finding a good place, I saw a quarter there, actually touching my cane’s tip. I picked it up, very excited, (coins are another way we communicate with Pete’s sweet soul) and when I made it to the main floor, washed it off. Coincidence? Perhaps, but that’s not what I think.
Whether you believe in such things or not, you have to admit that I seem to be getting some sort of communication (or comfort, if you will) at a time when I am at a personal low point physically and emotionally. In my heart, I know who it is and what it means. I am blessed!