For a few days last week our newest grandchild visited us. I was struck once again by the extraordinary innocence, vulnerability and wonderment that is ever present in the faces of babies of all species. When they are threatened, there is nothing that will get you out of a left brained mode faster than their safety. We are instantly removed from our arrogant, superior, intellectual, perch and thrown into a fierce protective place, that reminds us of our animal roots and that world for which we are a part. A perfect example of the power of the maternal protective instinct was present yesterday morning at first light. A large turkey was roosting on the lawn right next to the walkway. My husband passed her with only a few feet to spare and she didn't move but instead puffed up her feathers and tried to look as fierce as she could without moving. When he was safely by she relaxed and settled back into her splayed wing stretch. Within a few minutes after he was gone, two tiny heads peeked out from under her huge wing. Two day old chicks wiggled free into the wonderment of the new day soon to be followed by seven others. Within moments they were all out scratching and exploring and their mother with her soft protective clucking had begun her day.Once again with this never ending massive oil spill we are soiling our nest and the children will pay. This piece is about Winnie in an earth nest.
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