What are Your Colors?
I'd like to share a short encounter with a bird named Kildeer, a southern native bird. My boyfriend and I went riding on our motorcycle this past Sunday and stopped at a large red abandoned barn to take pictures when a bird stopped me from going any further then the driveway. It danced fiercely back and forth and I was so taken by its orange plumed tail that I started taking pictures of it instead. Kildeer continued to squawk and run around while I chased it with my camera as close to the ground as possible that I barely heard my boyfriend call me over to explain what Kildeer was really doing, "There's a baby bird over there," he said pointing to the right of the driveway. "Ooohhh," I said and tiptoed to the ground nest. At first glance there was nothing but grass and debris and then I saw it, a tiny, brown speckled baby Kildeer resting on an unhatched egg. I wanted to get closer and take a few shots but Mama Kildeer did not appreciate my proximity, so I shot a few more pictures from a safe distance and left the birds.
On the ride home I reflected on how the most ancient of survival modes, a colorful dance, had protected the next generation. When you break survival instincts down to the basics, just like Mama Kildeer can do, we have a responsibility to recognize our own natural ability and defend our future with the best of intentions may it be with art, music, or whatever your colors.