Spring is here again and as I watch the birds outside what we
call our Discovery window I am reminded of a question that has
plagued me since last spring: Are we quailified?
Last spring the quails were in our backyard and I found myself
mesmerized by one particular quail family. There was mom,
dad, and a dozen little ones. The family had been grazing in
our grass when they decided it was time to hop up and over
the little one foot wall and head back to the desert.
Unfortunately one of the dozen little ones couldn’t make
the jump to get over the wall. I couldn’t believe it…the family
just abandoned him and then I thought “well they are just birds…
they probably can’t tell 11 from 12. Poor 12 what are we going
to do with him? I know our dog loves midday snacks.”
As I watched this take place I began to question the human race.
This was a bird, a quail, for goodness sake and yet this quail never
abandoned it’s 12. We have human beings that are “parents” and
they show less love and concern to their 1 or 2. We see it every
day…Parents abandoning their children for drugs, for “love”,
for careers, for anything selfish…you name it. In that moment I
wanted to claim myself as one of the quails. As a mom who would
never leave her child; a mom who would graze nearby while her
child learned his own capabilities; a mom who loves her 12 as
much as her 1 and most importantly loved her 12 more than herself.
My sympathies went to the human race who appeared to be the
lesser of nature in that space of time.
A few weeks later I was reminded that a quail is just that…a quail.
As mommy quail ran across a busy street with her near dozen
waddling quickly behind her and as daddy quail brought up the rear
of the bunch I, in one swift moment, took out the near dozen with my
murderous Honda Odyssey. Stupid quails. In that moment I answered
my own question: We actually might be quailified afterall!