A mother Junco has two chicks from the same mate.
Some more mates come and go.
Two more beautiful baby birds are welcomed.
With mother always moving,
they grow up without me, learning how
to spread their own wings.
With no role model, how can they fly?
Perhaps they learn the way of the mother.
The adult female Junco has spreads her wings.
She goes where she knows
her babies will be protected.
Her nestlings will be well fed and
taken care of.
Here comes a new male coming to take the
role of a father.
When will the mother be captivated
in just one loving relationship?
That is not the way of the female Junco.
Mother wants what’s best for us.
She goes just as she pleases, only
to have her babies in a stable nest.
There she goes;
in search of another mate.
I as the chick seem so helpless,
if only I could say we’re content
where we are at.
Then she’ll know.
She’ll know she has
shown us love, yet
hasn’t been loved.
If only she could see how she lives, is
when she will realize and trust in the one
who ultimately fearfully
and wonderfully created all
the chirping birds of the air.