“In 1943, Dorie Cooper was a 7 year do living in England. Her mother took her to a hospital to visit her uncle who was wounded in the war. While they were there, Dorie’s uncle was very distraught, having lost his right leg to a land mine. In an attempt to cheer him up, she asked him to “draw a bird for me, please.” Even though he was unwell, he decided to do as Dorie asked. He looked out his window and drew a picture of a robin.
After seeing her uncle’s bird picture, Dorie laughed out loud and proclaimed that he was not a very good artist, but that she would hang the picture in her room nonetheless. Her uncle’s spirits were lifted by his niece’s complete honesty and acceptance. Several other wounded soldiers also had their day brightened by the event and every time Dorie came to visit thereafter, they held drawing contests to see who could produce the best bird pictures. Within several months, the entire ward’s walls were decorated by bird drawings.
3 years later, Dorie was killed after being struck by a car. At her funeral, her coffin was filled with bird images that had been made by soldiers, nurses and doctors from the ward where her uncle had been. Ever since then, those men and women remembered the little girl that brought hope to the ward by drawing birds on her birthday, April 8th.
Draw a Bird Day was never declared an official holiday, but it grew through those soldiers and medical personnel and their families. Today, it is celebrated world wide as a way to express joy in the very simplest of things in life and as a way to help soldiers everywhere forget war and suffering even if only for a short time.”
Joy in the simple things, to forget war and suffering… What could be sweeter?
This is my daughter’s bird:
This one was done by my mom:
Doesn’t it make you want to pick up a pencil? For the sake of joy, for life without suffering?
I haven’t tried my hand at drawing a bird today (although the day isn’t over!) but I had in mind a poem. I have quoted it here before, but it bears repeating…
I kept that poem above my classroom desk for years. Some days I feel I don’t accomplish much, but it helps to remember that even the tiniest thing might be enough. Like drawing a bird in the face of great sadness, like lifting a robin to its nest, like taking a moment for a friend…
Take the time to find the joyful moments where they are… And draw a bird or two along the way.