We are not birds.
Obviously reptiles are out. Mammals seem a more intuitive trope, and we have the Lion of Judah and the Lamb of God. Maybe the struggles of our ancient fathers precluded further expansion on that theme. I don't think that's the only reason, though. The idea of being hidden in the shadow of His wings, being covered with His feathers, is curiously comforting.
Not to mention this.
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Father Hen? Is that like a Daddy Cow?
Just wondering. (sorry, that's as far as I got...)
Also a useful metaphor given the method of avian birth. Perhaps not, but I've been giving this some thought of late.
Again. Get out of my head.
MooreMama, that's from Johnny Cash
Gauntlets, I've always been partial to the marsupial approach.
You know, a bloody chest isn't a terrible exaggeration... not with my first anyway.
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