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It is mid
May and as I look out my window, I notice a lot
of activity at the chickadee birdhouse. The
chickadees are flying to and from the
birdhouse, bringing food to the nest. As I
crack open my window I can hear the excited
chirps of the new hatchlings piercing through
the air. After weeks of preparation by the
chickadees, first selecting the birdhouse and
then bringing straw and small bits of string
and fluff to build the nest, the big day has
finally arrived. The proud papa and mama are
working feverishly to bring food to their
little brood.
The seeming intelligence of these little
creatures is truly amazing. Yet all of the
creatures on our planet seem to know just what
to do when presented with the task of raising
their young. For the Chickadee it is no
different. The new mother waits at the
birdhouse with her young as her partner heads
out to forge for just the right food for the
newborns. He is back in a flash and hops up to
the entrance of the birdhouse where the female
meets him, and he passes her the precious food
from his beak to hers. She takes it into the
nest and instantly the hatchlings begin their
frantic chirping, mouths agape, demanding to be
nourished.
The process of life has once again been thrust
into motion. As complex as it is, it is
difficult to understand how at the same time,
it can seem so simple. Certainly, it is Mother
Nature’s way of replenishing the earth, but
this time I feel that I have gently reached out
my hand and magically stroked the joyful spirit
of these daring little acrobats to once again
flourish. And in a small way, the meaning of
life and the beginning of a new season has
touched down, right here in my backyard.
Awesome!
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