Recently, a pair of birds made their nest and raised their young at our shop. I acknowledge that I cannot read the wrinkles on a bird’s brain, but it appeared that when the mother bird perceived that her nestlings were physically mature, they were pushed out of the nest. Most flew off to do what birds are supposed to do, but the cats got some.
I wonder if the children of each generation delay their maturity until they are allowed to learn from their own pains and pleasures. If parents were willing to let them fail out-loud, more of our children might make us proud. When it is one’s time to fly, one must be resolutely urged to try; full well knowing that the cats will get some.
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