A Very Small Hero

A Very Small Hero

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Lessons From the Animal Beings

Message # 1

“A Very Small Hero”

By: Lrye

 

One night I a few years ago I had abandoned our master bedroom for the spare bedroom to escape loud snoring.  The quiet was short lived, however, as at 2:15 am my husband woke me and said “There’s a bird flying around in our bedroom.”  This extraordinary statement was soon verified by the sounds of lamps and other objects crashing to the floor as our four cats busied themselves trying to catch the intruder.

My husband is a U.S. Army Special Forces Officer with three tours of duty in Vietnam under his belt, but apparently, for a bird in the bedroom, he needed reinforcements.  Being an animal lover, my first thought was for the bird, so I ushered the highly energized cats out of the room and ignored their mews and the frantic paws shooting under the door.

The next step was obviously to locate the bird, of which there was now no sign.  I asked my husband what it looked like, and he said “It was a little brown bird.”  We’d had birds come down the wood stove pipe before, and I said “Well if there’s one of them, then there are two of them, because they always roost for the night in pairs.”

After inspecting the stove pipe without result, I started looking behind pictures and found this small creature hanging upside down from the wire behind a mirror.

I said “It’s a bat.”  My husband said “I’ll shoot it.”  I said “You will not.”  Meanwhile the bat and I had been regarding each other; me with surprise and he with fear.  I told the bat to “Wait right there and I’ll help you.”  I opened all the windows, removed the screens and, with the aid of a yardstick, urged the bat to decamp.  He flew around the room ten or fifteen times, but too high up to notice the beckoning windows.  He finally perched on top of a curtain rod, his little sides heaving with exhaustion.

I told him again, to “Wait right there.” while I implemented Plan B.  Returning from the barn with a fishing net ten minutes later, I spoke softly to the bat and eased the net close to him.   He took off and flew right into the net.  I put the net out a window and he flew cleanly away into the night.  I closed the screens, let the cats back in and went back to bed in the spare bedroom.

As lay down I saw my cell phone on the nightstand.  The screen read “Call from Liz Jarvis.”  Now my phone is on silent mode at night, and if not for the bat I would never have known about the call.  I answered at once and learned that one of the horses in our Saddle Club was in agony with a terrible colic.  The Vet had been called and said the only hope was to get him to New Bolton Center for surgery.  Liz was trying to raise enough money for the surgery and find someone to transport poor Star first thing in the morning.  I said I would come right down with my horse trailer and credit card, and by 3 am had hitched it, fueled the truck, and was on my way.

Well, we did not save Star’s life that night, but we saved him hours of agony that he would have endured if we had to wait until morning.  I am so grateful to the brave little bat who risked his life to wake me up in order to and help another of God’s creatures.

Postscript:  This event was so unusual that I felt compelled to speak to this brave little bat through an animal communicator. The bat confirmed that “Yes, he had indeed been sent.”  When I asked, he said his name was Frederick and his normal job was to fly around our farm each night and smooth out any discordant energies with his wings so when we and the farm animals awoke each morning all the energy was harmonious.

Lyre

She is also one of the “VOICES of Cyclical Changes”

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