Are wild animals capable of noble acts?

My dear friend, Carol, directed me to the link listed below.  We tend to agree that wild animals are capable of being protective of other species' cubs.   Please feel free to write in your comments below.
http://www.nbcnews.com/id/8305836/ns/world_news-africa/t/ethiopian-girl-reportedly-guarded-lions/#.VG9ckE3wvIU

Flowers for my Mother, and my Father too

“The Last Rose of Summer” to borrow Thomas Moore’s lovely lyric is how I regard myself.  “Who would live in this bleak world alone”, but the legacy of summer’s draught sustains me, the gift bestowed by “roses of yesteryear”.  There amid the withering vines, my banner marks the spot where once flourished a garden.

In memory of my dear Mother and my dear Father too, who were avid gardeners and birders, I will record sundry thoughts on flowers and birds throughout the seasons.

Toronto Bouquet Tulips, have inspired this gardener when the prelude of spring seems to have been forgotten by the great maestro of the scheme of things. I would like to post a photo because the flowers are so remarkably resilient.

Winters have a deep abiding beauty in the psyches of Northerners, but in April most everyone tends to be discouraged when a robin has yet to be espied. 

What happened to Global warming? One theory expounds that the equatorial winds, according to their circuits, are melting the polar ice caps and thus countries of Northern Latitudes are going to be experiencing more polar vortexes during winter. Summers may be hotter than ever but winters may be longer and colder.  I am not a climatologist so perhaps it is wise to check out these observations elsewhere.  

My Dear Mother (God Rest Her) lamented that tulips were with us for too short a time.  Despite there being early, mid and late season varieties, she insisted that like spring, they faded too quickly. 

In the Victorian language of flowers, tulips are a declaration of love. My tulips in the snow have certainly declared their love of life and living and demonstrated it by hailing spring and blooming despite the snow.

God grant that my spirit may be as resilient as the tulips in the snow and as my mother was.

I invite like-minded kindred spirits to read the upcoming publication of my book, entitled The Nature Diary of an Incurable Romantic, A Seasonal Calendar~ Observations and Reflections on Nature as Regarded from the Windows of a Century Old Schoolhouse.