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five minute friday: broken

July 26, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

killdeer

 

Mama was frantic.

She skittered back and forth.

I braked hard on the gravel behind the four–maybe five–babies poised at the edge of the drive, little puffs on sticks.

I never realized that killdeer look just like shorebirds. Later when I looked them up, I found they are actually a type of plover.

I got out of the car with iPhone in hand. Of course, I never have my camera when I need it.

Mama threw herself down, feigned a broken wing, flopped and twittered.

I chased everyone into the soybeans.

killdeer

Photo by iPhone

killdeer

Photo by Abby

I came back later with the big girl camera. My daughter’s drive was clear, save for a baby bunny who took cover under a bowed Queen Anne.

But as I came closer to the house and prepared to turn around, there was Mama, beside herself again.

I stepped into the grass and stopped cold just before my foot found a frozen fluff ball nestled in dandelions, and two more just beyond.

They never moved, even as I bent down and parted the grass, even as my finger barely brushed a feather. If they didn’t move, I couldn’t see them.

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I thought of how often I told my children or the grandgirl to STOP, and how they ignored me or turned their heads toward me while their feet kept moving to argue, “Why?” And how often I explained that to not stop could mean injury or even death. How I’d throw myself in front of them or down for them–but how I couldn’t even do that if they didn’t stop. still.

I backed away and marveled at Mama whose only thought at that moment was to draw me away, to sacrifice herself if need be. She threw herself down again.

Because there’s salvation by the broken, in the broken, for the broken.

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Stilled by the broken,

Sandy

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  1. Janel says

    July 27, 2013 at 10:00 am

    Sandra. this brought me to tears. The picture of the mama desperately striving to draw those away by making her own body broken…tears friend, tears…a reminder that the broken did indeed redeem the broken.

  2. Kimberly says

    July 27, 2013 at 11:06 am

    Sandy, that’s lovely! Praise the LORD!

  3. Lori says

    July 27, 2013 at 11:30 am

    Ohhhh, animal stories always make me cry! This was beautiful Sandra.

  4. S. Etole says

    July 27, 2013 at 11:59 am

    Adding my tears as well.

  5. Martha Orlando says

    July 27, 2013 at 9:00 pm

    Oh, yes, salvation in The Broken One . . .
    How beautifully and poignantly God’s creatures point us toward the truth of Jesus’ sacrifice for all.
    Such a touching reflection, Sandy, and wonderful photos.
    Blessings to you!

  6. Janet Macy says

    July 27, 2013 at 10:11 pm

    I love the killdeer. Love how they fake their injury to save their nest or their children.

    When my farmer husband is working in the field and a killdeer starts the injury act, he gets off the tractor and searches until he finds the nest. Then he works around the nest. He is their savior.

  7. Dea says

    July 28, 2013 at 7:24 pm

    I saw killdeer(s ?) every summer on the long drive through the cow pasture up to my grandmother’s house on the hill. I never saw that! Amazing and beautiful. I am so thankful you went back with the big daddy camera 🙂

  8. Marilyn Yocum says

    July 29, 2013 at 8:01 am

    What a good eye you have!

  9. Megan Willome says

    July 29, 2013 at 5:40 pm

    This one really got to me, Sandy. Wow. “by the broken, in the broken, for the broken.” That about sums it up.

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