Under the wing of...

I am watching the osprey family living in the Southeastern part of the country. They have had hard winds and rain that almost looked like sleet. It has cleared today, and I could see Mother Osprey feeding the (so far) only chick.

But all these days when it has been cold and windy and dark and the mother has sat there seemingly lonely and repeating the call incessantly, she has still covered the little chick with her wide strong wing, and even I have felt its weight and the warmth.