IT'S FOR THE BIRDS

I woke very early this morning, about 4:30 not able to fall back asleep. I'm a slow learner, but I finally decided it was better to get up, head to the office and work, rather than lie in bed fidgeting about work. I am editing my latest manuscript. My editor assumes I know more than I do, because she will use one word to explain something. I sit and stare at the sentence, hoping something will pop into my mind. This morning was no different. It sat on the sofa in my office listening to the birds waking up. I love doves. We have Mourning Dove's, White-tipped Doves, White winged Doves and my favorite African Collard Doves, all in our back yard. We have red-winged black birds and a few blue jays and finches. This morning a little bird, while sitting on the feeder chirping, but not eating drew my attention. The bird sitting beside him, apparently his mother, fed him bird seed. I watched for several minutes as this mother tended to her demanding, almost grown child. I thought of myself with my editor, gently feeding me. She nudges me along with her tidbits and comments, and I follow along after her waiting for more crumbs. She has taken me under her wing. Someday soon, I hope to be able to fly on my own, just like the birds I watch everyday.