This spring I watched different bird families and it impressed again and again. And it made me wonder. Passion? Love? Will? Job? I couldn't find a word to describe the bird mothers sitting on the eggs. Sitting. Sitting. Whatever time I passed by their nest. Sitting. I don't think they do because they want to. I don't think they do because they have to. Not passion. Not wish. I wouln'd consider it their job. It's just what they do. Because they do. I love it. Nature of things.