I spent almost an hour watching the saga of these baby quail attempting huge feats, pondering…
- how adorable they are in their tiny, yet determined bird bodies to scale a wall 3-4 times their size ~ an impressive vertical by anyone’s standards
- how momma stood by patiently, modeling the behavior, yet not helping them. It would be so much easier to do it for them, and it is so difficult to watch your baby struggle, yet then they may not learn the lessons they are meant to learn in life
- how much the racing back and forth reminded me of the wasted energy we give to worry. I could almost feel their adrenal fatigue with all the frantic pacing back and forth at rapid speed rather than being still, conserving energy and allowing another solution to come to mind
- I wondered if their sibling’s athletic prowess made them feel ‘less than’ and not as loved or deserving. Was the sibling’s modeling inspiring or making them feel even more worthless and defeated?
- where do you draw the line on ‘just keep trying the same thing over and over expecting a different result (insanity, yet also yoga) and when do you admit, ‘this isn’t working, it’s time to try something else’
- why don’t they try to help one another instead of ‘each man for himself.’ We can accomplish so much more together than on our own, yet we seldom ask for help, why is that?
- does he/she know she is already on the greener side of the grass and if she enjoyed where she is right now, in this moment, in a few weeks or a month, she will be big enough and ready to jump the wall with ease?
What do you think? What lessons did you see in this plight of the baby quails? Did you see yourself in any of this? Leave a comment below, I am curious to hear your thoughts.