By Heidi Skarie, Minnesota
One summer morning, I left my house to run some errands. As I drove down Minnetonka Boulevard in a suburb of Minneapolis, I saw a mallard hen in the median strip of the highway. It looked as if she’d been hit by a car but was still alive and flapping her wings. I decided to try to help her.
By Brad Norman, Arizona
Several years ago I lost my sweet-tempered beagle, Hanna, to old age. My heart felt a bit empty without her love. Each morning I’d wake up and sing “HU,” which is a love song to God. I’d ask my inner guide for help with my grief.
By Sri Harold Klemp
An ECKist was walking down the street when she heard the shrill sound of screeching brakes. Turning to see what had happened, she noticed a little white dove lying in the road. It had been struck by a car.
By Crystal Doyle, New York
A local raptor expert and friend, David, has been catching, banding, and releasing raptors near Rochester, New York, for twenty-five years. He is especially interested in aiding the tracking and research on snowy owls—stunningly beautiful white owls with bright yellow eyes and bristly feather-covered beaks.
By Linda Anderson, Minnesota
Many years ago my husband, Allen, and I had the joy of hearing Sri Harold Klemp give a talk at an ECK Worldwide Seminar in which he told stories about our family’s birds.
By Janet Starr, Missouri
I was looking out the window of my home one summer morning, wondering why I always reacted a certain way to a particular situation. Suddenly I saw a very large woodpecker fly to the tree in my backyard. He began to loudly peck at a branch and was tearing apart the limb. Very quickly, I got the message: I needed to stop allowing my mind to peck on this situation. It was hindering my spiritual growth.