The free animal
has its dying always behind it
and God in front of it, and its way
is the eternal way, as the spring flowing.
Never, not for a moment, do we have
pure space before us, where the flowers
endlessly open.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
So sad to see. The birds here occasionally run into our big kitchen window. It reflects the blue sky and clouds, and they come in under the roof of the deck, think they are seeing open space, and don’t have time to get properly oriented. Sometimes they put on their brakes and don’t hit full force. We usually wait a while to see if they are just stunned before lovingly gathering them up for disposal. Can’t bury them because our yard is all rocks, so we wrap them in plastic and put them into the garbage can. This is sad, but the only thing we can do. 😦
Yes, we probably do. I haven’t seen the specific ones you mention, but there are butterflies and flower-type decals to put up. Good idea, though, about using a bird of prey to deter them. Thanks for the idea. ;->
Oh Mitza, this is such a difficult time of the year for the baby birds. They are stunning themselves all the time as they fly into the glass of my house and greenhouse.
But Rilke….how I love Rilke. My favourite poet x
yes, that’s true with the birds. But still I think this photo is beautiful. Death can be beautiful and Rilke – we have one thing more in common – is overwhelming in his poetry. Wish you a sunny day, xxx
I am slowly trying to accept death. It’s very hard for me to embrace especially when it comes to animals. But thank you for your post because it helps me find some peace in it all.
I can really understand you, Jennifer. The hardest thing in life is to accept death, isn’t that weird? I have so many problems, too. But in this photo I see a lot of beauty, too and peace, and I love the poems of Rilke about death and loneliness. Regards Mitza
Life and death belong together, we have to accept this fact, even though it is very hard. But even in death there can be beauty, Natalie. And the poem from Rilke, didn’t that please you? Virtual hugs Mitza
Yes, life and death do go together and I did love what Rilke said. It’s just that for some reason I always find great sadness when I see or find a dead bird in my yard, Mitza! Maybe because they have wings, it’s almost as if an angel has died. Who knows?! Hugs to you too, N 🙂 ❤
Oh, I understand. You are right. But blackbirds are so common here that you nearly step on them. There are still lots. And if it was an angel maybe it had fulfilled it’s work and gets the chance to rest a bit before it is reborn to support you or me. Whenever I find a feather I always think that it might have been from my guardian angel. Virtual hugs, Mitza
You are completely right, Mary. But as I wrote before in another comment, to accept death is the hardest thing in life. Death has visited me first when I was 4,5 years old and took my beloved father. That was a bit too early to know about death. I’m still sad about it, as you say, it’s only sad for the living. Regards Mitza
A child is not able to handle with death in a rational way, Mary. I needed some very sensitive and empathetic people to help me to overcome this trauma, which I unfortunately didn’t have. My father somehow disappeared and I couldn’t even visit his funeral or face with his death. Up to now a very traumatic experience which resulted in very bad feelings for my mother. Kind regards Mitza
I know the feeling, Mitza. Though I was not orphaned I never had parenting. It marks you for life but we’ve picked ourselves up and brought ourselves up to be who we are: damaged but unbroken.
Mi mette sempre tanta tristezza vedere queste piccole creature morte!! Ma anche la morte fa parte della vita degli umani e degli animali, però è difficile da accettare!! Saluti, Patrizia
Thank you very much for your wonderful philosophic comment, which I hopefully understood in a right way. Do you approve that it is possible to find beauty in death? Regards Mitza
It is strange–the beauty seems to be an after thought–an intellectual adjustment of sorts. In your photo it is post-death beauty in the colors and textures of the feathers of the dead bird. Existential questions are always blurry, no?
Thanks a lot for your wonderful words. I found beauty in this dead bird and in the wonderful poem from Rilke. But I feel that most bloggers had a problem with this post, even though it shows something very natural. Death is not a good topic, we always want to push it away. I have my difficulties, too, but I still like my post a lot. Thanks again for your true comment, have a wonderful day, regards Mitza
Nature red in tooth and claw….
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Sorry, Sue, I don’t understand what that means?
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Oh, basically it’s a hard life…survival of the fittest in the wild….
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yes, like with us humans, I guess…
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So sad to see. The birds here occasionally run into our big kitchen window. It reflects the blue sky and clouds, and they come in under the roof of the deck, think they are seeing open space, and don’t have time to get properly oriented. Sometimes they put on their brakes and don’t hit full force. We usually wait a while to see if they are just stunned before lovingly gathering them up for disposal. Can’t bury them because our yard is all rocks, so we wrap them in plastic and put them into the garbage can. This is sad, but the only thing we can do. 😦
Virtual hugs,
Judie
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In Germany we put some black silhouette of an eagle etc. at the windows which they avoid. Don’t you have that? 🙂
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Yes, we probably do. I haven’t seen the specific ones you mention, but there are butterflies and flower-type decals to put up. Good idea, though, about using a bird of prey to deter them. Thanks for the idea. ;->
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I always have good ideas, hehe
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Oh Mitza, this is such a difficult time of the year for the baby birds. They are stunning themselves all the time as they fly into the glass of my house and greenhouse.
But Rilke….how I love Rilke. My favourite poet x
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yes, that’s true with the birds. But still I think this photo is beautiful. Death can be beautiful and Rilke – we have one thing more in common – is overwhelming in his poetry. Wish you a sunny day, xxx
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I am slowly trying to accept death. It’s very hard for me to embrace especially when it comes to animals. But thank you for your post because it helps me find some peace in it all.
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I can really understand you, Jennifer. The hardest thing in life is to accept death, isn’t that weird? I have so many problems, too. But in this photo I see a lot of beauty, too and peace, and I love the poems of Rilke about death and loneliness. Regards Mitza
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I love the poem and the photo too. It is really a lovely perception of death. It helps to look at it from that view. Have a great day Mitza!
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thanks a lot. I take this as a compliment. Have a great day, too, Jennifer, regards Mitza
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Awwww, poor baby! 😦
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Life and death belong together, we have to accept this fact, even though it is very hard. But even in death there can be beauty, Natalie. And the poem from Rilke, didn’t that please you? Virtual hugs Mitza
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Yes, life and death do go together and I did love what Rilke said. It’s just that for some reason I always find great sadness when I see or find a dead bird in my yard, Mitza! Maybe because they have wings, it’s almost as if an angel has died. Who knows?! Hugs to you too, N 🙂 ❤
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Oh, I understand. You are right. But blackbirds are so common here that you nearly step on them. There are still lots. And if it was an angel maybe it had fulfilled it’s work and gets the chance to rest a bit before it is reborn to support you or me. Whenever I find a feather I always think that it might have been from my guardian angel. Virtual hugs, Mitza
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Death is a part of life; we forget that or try not to think about it. It’s only sad for the living.
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You are completely right, Mary. But as I wrote before in another comment, to accept death is the hardest thing in life. Death has visited me first when I was 4,5 years old and took my beloved father. That was a bit too early to know about death. I’m still sad about it, as you say, it’s only sad for the living. Regards Mitza
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I guess the younger you are, the harder it hits. I find it easier to accept as I age. Kind regards, M
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A child is not able to handle with death in a rational way, Mary. I needed some very sensitive and empathetic people to help me to overcome this trauma, which I unfortunately didn’t have. My father somehow disappeared and I couldn’t even visit his funeral or face with his death. Up to now a very traumatic experience which resulted in very bad feelings for my mother. Kind regards Mitza
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I know the feeling, Mitza. Though I was not orphaned I never had parenting. It marks you for life but we’ve picked ourselves up and brought ourselves up to be who we are: damaged but unbroken.
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That’s right, Mary. I’m just trying to reconstruct my destroyed self-esteem, Mary.
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Mi mette sempre tanta tristezza vedere queste piccole creature morte!! Ma anche la morte fa parte della vita degli umani e degli animali, però è difficile da accettare!! Saluti, Patrizia
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grazie mille per commento. Hanno capito, ma non posso scrivere Italiano. Ho imparato latino a scuola. Saluti Mitza
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Isn’t it strange? To be confronted with that which we all share; and none of us know? Then to find beauty in it?
What is it all about?
Thank you.
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Thank you very much for your wonderful philosophic comment, which I hopefully understood in a right way. Do you approve that it is possible to find beauty in death? Regards Mitza
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It is strange–the beauty seems to be an after thought–an intellectual adjustment of sorts. In your photo it is post-death beauty in the colors and textures of the feathers of the dead bird. Existential questions are always blurry, no?
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Thanks a lot for your wonderful words. I found beauty in this dead bird and in the wonderful poem from Rilke. But I feel that most bloggers had a problem with this post, even though it shows something very natural. Death is not a good topic, we always want to push it away. I have my difficulties, too, but I still like my post a lot. Thanks again for your true comment, have a wonderful day, regards Mitza
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Beautiful and heartbreaking all at once.
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Thank you so much for your comment. I feel that you understood my intenton. Regards Mitza
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