The dove has landed

This morning, while sitting outside enjoying cool morning air and a cup of coffee, I watched a dove get ready to land on a tree branch. She hovered for a moment, flap-flap-flapping those wings, and then changed her mind and eventually touched down on the grass.

If she'd have been a hummingbird, she'd have zoomed to a stop in front of me, letting me know the feeder was empty. A mockingbird would have just landed and squawked about something, and a seagull would have plopped down and yammered for a piece of bread (that scene in "Nemo" -- "Mine." "Mine." "Mine.")

But the dove put some thought into where she was landing, and if Wally or Mr. Kitty had been in the front yard she'd have picked another yard. You could almost hear the wheels on that tiny mind churning. And I thought how different creatures are even within a species, but each has its own role. The egrets follow a tractor, snatching up whatever critters are unearthed. Hummingbirds pollinate. Doves eat wayward seed (and of course, seed you've just planted). And seagulls scavenge.

And I thought how we as humans are the same. Different roles. Essentially the same purpose.

Then my mind meandered, as it has a tendency to do, and I thought how things mankind has "created" mimics or utilizes something in nature that the one Creator put in place. Flying machines. An electronic brain. Horseless buggies and the fuel that drives them.

Marvelous, isn't it?