A morning lesson from a bird

This morning I happened to look out the window into the courtyard and saw a bird messing about with a stick:

The bird picked at the stick for a time before managing to pick it up in its beak:

The bird walked around a tree carrying the stick with a bit of difficulty:

When the bird had a firm grasp of the stick it flew to a nearby tree:

From there, it flew higher up the small tree:

Before finally making its way up the large tree it earlier walked around:

Higher and higher and the bird jumped and flew:

At long last, it arrived at a nest and greeted another bird with the stick:

What gift will make to someone else today?