We've all seen it.
For the last two, maybe three weeks I've watched a momma bird feed her newborn babies in the nest. I really don't know what kind of bird it is, doesn't matter. But it's really amazing in so many ways, both seen, and what it does to a man's heart. That momma works hard and flies fast all day long, many many times a day, scouring the grounds in all directions to find the worms and bugs to feed her babies and then swoops back in to the nest. Those babies have their heads stuck up and necks strained to be fed, all of them screaming for their share. I'm not even sure their eyes are opening as yet, but they KNOW when momma has arrived......even before she sets her feet on the edge of the nest. Momma feeds them one at a time for each time she arrives....and then off she goes for another round of finding feed. No complaining, that's her job. Those babies will be fed.
Loyalty, perserverance, dedication, caring, love, determination and one track mind-set. There is no 'team' effort, she doesn't need a conference or a huddle or a 'go-team' cheer. Momma can handle and master what needs to be done. For now, that's her purpose, nothing else matters. And just try to get near and peek in on those babies and you can FEEL the heat-seeking radar hit the back of your head. She may be working, but she's around and has her eyes on those babies and the bulls-eye is on who-ever may be getting too close to that nest.
Amazing really.
God has his purpose........right down to the teeny bug.
One of life's simple pleasures and meditative moments. And for a crusty-butt like me, some things still bring a smile and a tug at the heart.
Call me a softy.
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