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Yesterday while Ben and I were moving lumber piles we uncovered a mouse nest, in the nest was a mom mouse and her litter of newborn mouse pups. The mom mouse could have easily scurried away to safety, but she didn't; she wrapped herself around her babies to protect them.

Completely vulnerable, powerless, with no chance to defend her family from harm, the mom stayed and did the only thing she could: she held her babies.

We covered them back up, and I thought about the nobility of a little mouse with a mother's instinct.

- written May 10th, 2018

Happy Mother's Day

5 months ago | [YT] | 70



@Nick-hu4zw

Mothers are amazing! Thank you for helping that mother mouse protect her babies. ❤ Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers of the world!

5 months ago | 4  

@lucaswohlin4236

This made me think of a prose-poem by Turgenev I really like. Hope you enjoy it: I was on my way home from hunting, and was walking up the garden avenue. My dog was running on in front of me. Suddenly he slackened his pace, and began to steal forward as though he scented game ahead. I looked along the avenue; and I saw on the ground a young sparrow, its beak edged with yellow, and its head covered with soft down. It had fallen from the nest (a strong wind was blowing, and shaking the birches of the avenue); and there it sat and never stirred, except to stretch out its little half-grown wings in a helpless flutter. My dog was slowly approaching it, when suddenly, darting from the tree overhead, an old black-throated sparrow dropt like a stone right before his nose, and, all rumpled and flustered, with a plaintive desperate cry flung itself, once, twice, at his open jaws with their great teeth. It would save its young one; it screened it with its own body; the tiny frame quivered with terror; the little cries grew wild and hoarse; it sank and died. It had sacrificed itself. What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to it! And yet it could not stay up there on its safe bough. A power stronger than its own will tore it away. My dog stood still, and then slunk back disconcerted. Plainly he too had to recognise that power. I called him to me; and a feeling of reverence came over me as I passed on. Yes, do not laugh. It was really reverence I felt before that little heroic bird and the passionate outburst of its love. Love, I thought, is verily stronger than death and the terror of death. By love, only by love, is life sustained and moved.

5 months ago | 1  

@haydeeestelaormazabal3461

I love animals Happy mother's day Thanks, Matthew

5 months ago | 2