Outside my mom’s dining room window is a mini farmyard with horses, a windmill, some cats—and of course some chickens. I did a double take the first time I saw one of them—a fancy, fluffy, fashionable feathery hen of some exotic variety hobnobbing with a bunch of half-grown ordinary chickens. I was told that this hen adopted a bunch of “orphan” chicks that the family bought a few weeks ago– took them under her wing, so to speak. Ah, the motherly instinct!
And that reminds me of a bunch of amusing and heartwarming instances I’ve seen lately on U-Tube of cross-species “adoptions.” A goat nursing a foal. A cat nursing orphaned squirrels. A leopard caring for a baby baboon (after killing its mother!). And others.
Is there a spiritual lesson in all this? I’m trying to think it out. One might be the amazing love of the Eternal God for creatures like you and me. Another might be the love and care we are to have for others who are very unlike us. What do you think?