Today, May 26, 2023, I had something interesting happen. As you might be aware, I have had some baby birds growing up outside my doorstep. Anyhow, today, I spooked one by accident while coming out my front door and it caused the bird to jump and flutter out of its nest, but with a bit of a crash landing. So I watched the bird for a bit to see if it could fly, but it could only do so for a very short range. In turn, I decided to pick it up and return it to the nest, but when I did, it caused the other three birds that were in the nest to jump and flutter out. Of those three, two were in the same state, unable to fly but a few feet. As for the third, it flew like a champ and was gone with the wind. So for awhile I played the game of put a bird in the nest, watch birds jump out of the nest. After a few tries I either gained their trust, or they got exhausted trying to escape, and I was able to return the three remaining baby birds to the nest.

Naturally I began to think about the pet bird I once had (a yellow cockatiel), which we found in our backyard once upon a time, after it flew from wherever it did. When we found it, we looked for the owner, but no one ever claimed it. And in the process of looking for the owner, I named the bird Buddy.

So, the funny thing about that is today is 56 days before my upcoming July 21 birthday. And as we have covered many times, there is a relationship with ‘three’ and ’56’. There is also a relationship with ‘Buddy,’ ‘Hubbard,’ and 56. It is as follows:
Buddy = 2+21+4+4+25 = 56
Hubbard = 8+21+2+2+1+18+4 = 56
Three = 20+8+18+5+5 = 56

To wrap this post up, today was the first time I have had a bird in my hands since Buddy, who passed away nearly 20 years ago. It reminds me how time flies. RIP little yellow friend.