My neighbor told me I looked like a mother quail when I waddled down the sidewalk with my six little kids following me in descending order. I was literally barefoot and pregnant. Ahhh...those were the good old days. I had groupies.
Now I bring up the rear. I can't keep up with my chicks since they've become roosters and mother hens. The baby chickadees run circles around me and I'm sometimes clucking in their dust. I've wondered if I have any leadership skills left.
But a little bird told me I have a following...and they're going to flock together! I'm preening my feathers and flying high. I hope you chicks will lend me a wing and a prayer!