A Starling has built a nest and hatched some young up in one of the rafters of the hen house. She is welcome there, and I have been hearing the baby birds for several days now. I climbed up to their corner and pointed the camera in the direction where they're hidden: here was what I shot. They are beautiful, they are life, and I love them like I do all of the other animals in the barn. The young hens have been roosting directly beside their nest, despite the constant cheeping and coming and going of their Mother. People think some birds are more beautiful than others, but I disagree.
The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.