The Fable of Mama and Papa Robin

 Dawn brings the song a robin sings.  Years and years of springs, feathery lives awaken to praise the new day.

A dear little robin pair set about building their home out of twigs and strings.  A nest for their robin babies.  They settled on a cozy place, snug on a branch near a window sill two stories up in a farm house.  They’ve been here in past springs, and somehow managed to find one another again this year.

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Mama Robin was singing with delight, “A home!  A home!”  Papa Robin scurried about fitting in all the final necessary twists and turns of the material.

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Nest completed, Mama Robin situated herself into the center.  Each day she would lay an egg - a marvelous bright blue tiny shell.  After three days, no more eggs were due, and she and Papa Robin took turns tending to keep them warm and snug. 

Alas, two weeks later - a crack!  Peck - crack - peck - crack.  All a flutter, the Robin family sang with delight!  A baby robin appeared from a cracked bright blue tiny shell, all wrinkly and ruffled.  In time the other two pecked and cracked their way through into the wonderful new world.  No more cozy eggshells to curl up inside.  It was time to be fed!

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It seemed to Mama and Papa Robin it was always time to be fed!  But they did their parental duties and faithfully took turns to feed their little family and teach them how to use their wings and do other things.

Yes, the days flew by, the young peeps grew and started stirring about, anxious to see more of the world beyond the nest.  They learned much from Mama and Papa Robin.

One day the oldest bird asked Mama and Papa Robin, “Can I go now?  Can I fly away to see the world?”

With a tear in her eye, Mama Robin replied to him, “Yes my sweet little peep.  You must learn what destiny this world has for you.  Your Papa and I have shown you many places to get good grub and how to avoid danger.”

Papa Robin, holding back his own tears, said, “Yes son.  You may go and live your life in freedom.  Your brother and sister peeps will also fly their own paths soon.”

“Thank you mama.  Thank you papa,” smiled the eldest peep.  “I shall miss you both and will always remember what you have taught me.  May your tomorrows be bright and filled with light."  He added,  "Take care little ones,” to his brother and sister.  Then he flew away to find his new adventures, his new life. 

Mama and Papa sang sweet tunes of farewell, but also sang of joy for their other two peeps, who were growing strong and soon would each venture off into their own new worlds.

The two younger ones, delighted to hear their parents, sang along, praising the day.  And life moved forward.

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Moral of the story:  Life is always moving forward.  Sing over the sorrows, but always sing for the joys.  We are here to teach, guide, and let go. Trust. Hope.                  Theresa M 

📸 #1 image on Flickr from "Birds of Eastern Canada", pg 287, yr 1919; Internet Archive Book Images.

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The Fable of the Owl Named Content

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 Golden round rings of two, circling enhanced black dots in the middle of each peered out into the night.  Looking over there, looking over here, turning its feathery head to catch a glimpse of yonder.

The owl sat high up on a tree limb.  Night was his favorite time: no sun to blind, no people out farming.  And plenty of tiny creatures darting about to feast upon.

Yes the owl must feast on a varmint, as that is part of life.  His golden round eyes were carefully capturing the movements all around him, stirring in the leaves on trees, scattering in the hay bales, sauntering among the weeds.

So the Owl, known to his fellow creatures as Content, waited patiently.  He saw a little mole sitting openly in a field.  The little mole, not being as wise as the owl, met his fate of death that night, as Content the Owl swooped down on him, grabbed him with mighty claws, and flew away to feast.

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Satisfied with his meal, Content the Owl let out a hoot of pleasure. “Whoot!” he exclaimed again, as if he wanted to announce to his fellow feathered friends how successful he was this night.  His golden round eyes of two, with enhanced black dots in the middle of each, started blinking slowly.  “Whoot,” he said less loudly.  Blink, blink, “Whooo,” he murmured.

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Although there were plenty more varmints to feast upon, he was satisfied with his catch.  Thus, Content the Owl dozed off, after another night of taking care of simple needs. 

Moral of the story:  Watch the world around you.  Be wise - choose carefully.  You don’t need that much to be content.      Theresa M

 

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