
I was watching a pair of Gray Francolins and their four chicks when something spooked them. The parents ran away. The chicks, still too small to cover ground quickly, dived for cover. Three disappeared into a clump of grass, but the fourth ended up under the overhang of a large rock. That’s the one in this photo.
Like any young bird, it instinctively knew to find cover, remain still, and make no noise. I watched it for a while and the only movement it made during that time was, if I moved, it briefly opened its eyes. I think of all newborns and youngsters as a species renewing itself and moving forward.
Posted for Becky’s Squares: Move Forward, Reconstruct, Renew, and/or are Burgeoning. See more responses here.







































