Sometimes They Die

I remember my parents having this talk with me when I was a first grader.

We'd ordered day-old chicks and I was in charge of feeding and giving them fresh water. In the morning, I awoke and found one chick died.

Sometimes you do everything right and one or two die. That's nature's way.

Nature can be beautiful, miraculous and cruel.

I think of that as we await lambing season. I hope to awake one morning soon and find two fuzzy lambs nursing beside their mother. But, in the back in my mind, I always remember that sometimes not all goes as planned.