In the Christian faith, the hatching of a chick is seen as a metaphor for the resurrection of Jesus. How timely then, that today, the day before Easter, I held a common egg in my hand as a damp, chirping chick emerged into this world. It was a moment filled with wonder. I tucked the new babe safely under its warm feathered mama. She crooned to it as it chirped softly. For 21 long days the dedicated hen has remained nearly motionless on the nest, keeping 4 eggs warm and safe. She only left the nest once or twice a day to feed one end and empty the other. The rest of the time she was in a trance, brooding the eggs in the clean straw nest. Her patience has been richly rewarded.
In this springtime season of rebirth after the long winter, I am embracing the miracles that surround us. From the humble hatching of a chick to the story of the resurrection, our lives are, indeed, full of wonder and marvels.
2 comments:
AWESOME !!! London grinned from ear to ear ! Love the basket in the next shot, too !!! hope yours was a happy and meaningful day ! ~Jeannine~
How lucky you are to experience the wonder of nature in such a personal manner. Thanks for sharing that--made me smile.
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