The Choir

BB12FDAC-A524-4F2C-9AE1-3C1CFF66450EAlmost daily the beautiful choir of Ibis (above) visits our front lawn here in Sanibel. They are magnificent in their beauty, and I marvel at their stately grace as they high step through the neighborhood

The group consists of about eight white birds, and one of color. The bird of color is neither the leader of the group nor its servant . . . just one of them. He or she suffers no  discrimination.

The white birds completely accept the bird of color as a fellow Ibis.

When I was a small child my mother gave me a record called, Little Songs on Big Subjects. One of my favorite lyrics is,

”As the peach pit said to the Apple core, the color of the skin doesn’t matter any more …”

Clearly, our Ibis choir has learned this vital lesson.

When will we humans?

 

(I have learned, thanks to my wonderful friend and bird expert, Caren Schoen, that the Ibis of Color is really a baby that will look before long like the rest of the flock. I hope that in this case science does not diminish the message of the essay.)