So i admit it, I’m just a fool for baby birds and animals. I know I’m not alone. There are lots of you out there. Attracted by the newness, the innocence, the sweetness of life replicating itself in a myriad of ways keeps hope alive and smiles on our faces. Who can resist when we see this pattern of life surrounding us? Perhaps this proclivity is just written in our DNA so that we will naturally reverence life. Or just maybe, as we ponder the sweet beauty of these baby creatures, the possibility arises that God just might be beckoning us into new ways of being, of re-inventing ourselves, all the time. Just maybe, no matter what our chronological age might be, we are forever called to be on the brink of our own rebirth.