While fishing in a quiet bay, my solitude was disturbed by loud smashing sound under the hull of the boat. I look into the clear water and to my amazement, saw a mother loon, repeatedly torpedoing her body into the 26' long boat with every once of her strength. The boat had accidentally drifted upon her nest. I quickly responded to her demands and moved the boat.
After a forest fire in Yellowstone Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. As he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and as the heat had scorched her small body, the mother remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings lived.
We were not left here without a manual on how to Love.
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