A small indiscriminate bush in front of our porch, right? No big deal, nothing amazing or fantastic about it. They’re everywhere. But don’t let your eyes fool you. There IS something fantastic there. A miracle. Actually several very small, tiny, miracles and it’s right here in our front yard.
There is a nest in there, lovingly and faithfully protected and cared for by a beautiful mother Tohe. Two weeks ago I found it with 4 eggs in it, and today, there are now quadruplet baby tohe birdies lying in their warm home, eyes still closed and only a bit of fuzz on their little naked bodies. A miracle.
It always amazes me, the miracle of birth. Not just of birdies, but of all creatures, especially humans. How does that happen? How do 2 cells join, multiply, divide, change, and become skin, bones, hair, lungs, kidneys, hearts, brains….how do they know what to become? I am not shocked when a child is born with some affliction. I wonder why it doesn’t happen all of the time. How do we that are blessed with perfectly formed and beautifully normal children ever get that? It is truly the miracle of birth, and should be viewed as such with each and every baby that comes to this planet.
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