This morning when I went into the shop, which is in the barn, quite unexpectedly I found two morning doves. They had apparently sought refuge from the cold night and ended up warm and safe but lost…or at least confused.
I propped open the door for them to get out; but all they could figure out to do, was to do what they always did, fly up (which in this case meant flying around the shop with their heads pressed rather firmly against the ceiling). All they had to do was to drop down a foot or so and head for the open light of freedom.
But they couldn’t seem to figure that out. Eventually, I left.
Eventually, they left. Thankfully, once their initial panic was past, they figured out that the way to freedom was to abandon their usual practice and try something new:
fly to freedom, fly toward the light of the open door.
Would that we all might do the same.