Choosing the Best Flower

There are always choices in life.

And we always try to choose the best things,

the prettiest, the clearest, the most vibrant,

the things that please us,

and the things that we think will please others,

and, in the end make them like us.

Ya, its mostly about us,

about me, me, me.

But I really hope you like this flower as much as I do.

It’s the best one I have.

A Brave Mother Robin

The battled-scared mother Robin

About a week ago a brave mother Robin did all she could to fight off a large hawk. It looked like a Red-Tailed hawk–very large.

Red-Tailed Hawk

I saw it in my living rook window. I immediately thought, Oh no the baby birds. So I ran to the window and scared it away. I looked down at the Robin’s nest to discover that there was only two babies in the nest. The hawk must have carried the other two off. Then a couple hours later, while I was working in another room, I heard a commotion and birds chirping. I went to the living room window to discover that the nest was empty. Too late! The chicks were gone.

The four baby chicks right outside my window.

Then I saw her. The mother Robin was near by perched on a tall dead tree stump. I thought, she must be devastated. I saw her quite often when she was sitting on the eggs and also after the chicks were hatched–sitting on them and guarding them. So we knew each other–sort of.

She looked so torn up and beaten up. She stayed around the empty nest for hours sulking over her lost chicks. I felt so bad. I haven’t seen her for over a week now. I wonder how she is. Will she come back to the old nest and try again? I hope not. it’s too dangerous.

So long my friend! Get well.