Momma and the birds

I don’t think I really believe in reincarnation. However, I do believe in the interconnectedness of the universe. Therefore, it’s not too much of a stretch for me to see signs of Momma all around me – in the bird flying by during my morning prayer, in the pigeon cooing outside the sun porch.

There was a special place in Mom’s heart for birds. She collected little birds and ducks. She loved watching humming birds in the garden and the ducks on the pond. She delighted in the birth of the baby ducks and their nurture by the momma duck.

Thinking about Momma and the birds reminded me of an old story she once told me. She and her cousins once caught pigeons in their aunt’s attic, killed and cleaned them, and then roasted them. Now, this may strike some as a horror worthy of PETA’s attention. However, in the context of country life and raising chickens, Mom and her cousins were simply doing what they had seen their parents do over and over again.

As Mom is reunited with the souls of those cousins, aunts, parents, and, I would imagine, the pigeons, I hope there are no hard feelings.

Sue