On the wings of Victory

It is the beginning of a summer morning in Maine. The breeze in the air has just begun to blow. The sounds in the air are of new born chicks that just have been born to two neighboring sea birds.
These birds are fascinating to watch as the mother begins to feed them and all I really see are little heads peeping out as they gather their nourishment. Their voices become stronger through the days and eventually take the soaring plunge into the brave new world. They start to soar and through each flight of wings, they become independent.
Yet, their loss can be felt as they leave the small world of the porch and yet, that is what we all do as children, leaving the nest to help build other nests in life.