Here is a photo of goslings following a parent taken by the wonderful photographer Peter. J. Baumgartner. (Go see his work!)
I saw this image on Facebook and asked him for permission to use it.
Because there is something about about the sight of a flock of fuzzy ducklings or goslings or other babies following their mother always touches me deeply.
I am aware that for many, this sort of image has been overused, overshared, overseen. But for me, I never get blasé about this.
To me, this is one particularly lovely example of the miracle of life.
These baby birds, that grew from a single cell into cute fuzzballs, know who is momma, and that they must follow her.
I am not even faintly a believer in any religion and I don’t think this sort of miracle was created by a single supreme being.
I think it is the result of a chain of evolution that is so astoundingly complex that it defies imagination.
Life is a miracle.
That you and I also come from a single cell into people who can walk and talk and dance to Chuck Berry is a miracle not to be taken lightly.
And I never, ever, take goslings following momma lightly, either.