Baby Birds

The baby bird flitted across the gap between the cluster of oaks in the field behind the house and the oak in my back yard. It landed lightly on a naked branch and bounced off quickly coming toward the pool screen. It stopped, resting for only seconds and took off again to the tree in the neighbor's yard. It barely landed and came back to the screen for another brief rest. It saw me sitting quietly in the corner for the first time and quickly flashed across the giant expanse from the screen all the way back to the oaks in the field behind the house. Baby cardinals, blue jays, mocking birds, woodpeckers and now this little brown thing fly from the oaks year round. The Twin Oaks Day Care is bustling. New life quickly evolves and the cycle continues. It reminds me of my daughter and her daughter. I wonder if grown up birds put away baby bird things, but hold the wonder of first flight in deep seated memory. Maybe on rare occasions they quietly search old memories, hold their breath, close their eyes, and feel the sweet swoop of new found freedom.

Even the sparrows find a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your alters, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Psalm 84:3

Peace. Love, Linda