There are seasons to life. No new thought there. We start out with our little brood stumbling around our feet, staying as close to mama as they can, welcoming protection and that enveloping wing when things are stormy or there may be a predator nearby. As they begin to 'develop their feathers' they get braver and they venture out further... tasting what there is to taste from a safe distance, mama still near. Then comes the part of parenting that you know you've been gearing up for. All was for this moment. It's right. It's proper. But sometimes it's hard. This sitting up here on my perch, watching from afar. Two of my chicks are still within 'pecking' distance :) but two have flown the coop and I'm still adjusting to the feel of that wing tucked to my side, the one that used to gather, shield and protect. So I sit up on my lofty seat praying prayers of thankfulness, prayers of encouragement and love for my little chickies in the valley. Then I swoosh back down to 'peck' and gather the ones I can still get my wing over... I think they're content in it, for this season.