After they finished mowing and trimming up the lawn, the guys decided to have lunch on my front porch. The cedar glider there has a place for their lunch sacks too. It’s a good place to take a break. Fine with me, but I can’t say the same for mother wren sitting on her eggs above them. She’s very skittish. She even leaves the nest if she happens to notice me looking out the window at her. But I love to check on her, so I’ve learned to be sneakier about taking a look. I know God designed his creatures to naturally protect and nurture their young, but I sometimes wonder what they think. Or do they think about it? The little wren may not have a choice in caring for her young. With our freedom of choice comes responsibility.
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