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Flights of Fancy

September 28, 2010

EagleThe eagles are back and rebuilding their destroyed nest.  This productivity and tireless industry provides a lesson to my heart, and encourages me in my own life. They represent a tribute to our American spirit, these winged symbols of our freedom. 

My neighbor Judy Thuerk remains a tireless chronicler of the eagle’s progress these last few years.  I’ll glance up from my work to find her out in the yard with her enormous and expensive camera pointed up in our tree (just don’t turn that thing on ME!)  Her photos are amazing, please have a look. 

It is hot and rainy, this does not deter the neighbor ducks who have been adequately bribed so that they come for regular meals of cracked corn and delicious white bread.  http://MaidenShade.comThe day often begins with the eight precious ducklings waddling up for an easy meal, mama bringing up the rear. Their frantic, greedy feedings hammering out a staccato beat on the clay saucer we use, has us running to the window for a look.  Well, it blesses me so.  I even bought a chicken feeder and waterer and told the cats their canned treats will be less generous as a contribution toward the food for the entertainment outside their window.

Daddy has only recently been allowed to join the feasts

Their mama is such a steadfast and faithful guardian, I want to hug her and tell her what a good girl she is.  Octuplets can’t be easy to manage, even in the avian world of ponds, reeds and lily pads.  You will see her hovering and warding off the brazen adolescents who would peck at her babies and eat the food, not sharing at all.  Or staying close by, but allowing them to explore their wondrous world, there outside the egg.

I’ve watched them from day old chicks, toddling along and falling over in their efforts to master grass and the uneven earth they had so recently inherited.  I cried to see one grievously wounded – a bloody gouge in its tiny side – and sitting so silently, blinking innocent baby eyes, while her brothers ate ravenously a ways away.  She would not be tempted even with bread.  Oh it worried me so.  I didn’t want to take a head count that first couple of weeks, lest nature claimed a tiny baby and further broke my heart.  But David did, and one day said, “See, there are still eight”.  You can’t tell me there isn’t a loving God, or that prayer isn’t heard, answered, worthwhile.

6Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? 7But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows. Luke 12:6-7 (KJV)

MaidenShade Pond - J. Thuerk

2 Comments leave one →
  1. princessrunninglips permalink
    September 28, 2010 11:14 pm

    oh so lovely…aren’t i the fortunate one, being related to a wonderful you XXX

  2. October 6, 2010 8:56 am

    Today there were only 6 – ‘sob!!!

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