Feathers out of place

I recently spent some time observing a red-tailed hawk. It was windy and the hawk’s feathers were being blown out of place.

The phrase “ruffling a few feathers” naturally came to mind.

While this usually indicates someone getting upset, I watched as the hawk sat calmly in place. After a few minutes, she turned to face the prevailing winds. As she adjusted her position, I caught a glimpse: four eggs.

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In caring for others, how often do we find the strength to endure the harsh winds? How often do we find ourselves able to stand in the face of adversity? How often do we willingly sacrifice our own comfort?

Our cares, our passions, our vocations — they bring out our most resilient qualities.