Because there is something so perfectly biblical in their simple beauty. Their long lines. Their grace.
As I watched them congregate around the water well...there was something that reminded me of stories I'd heard from long ago. About how lives once were so dependant on the fresh water oasis out in the middle of the desert where they lived. About how they shared and supported...and made space for one another on their journeys.
Because there is something so pure and simple in their feathers and white...so divinely feminine. I couldn't imagine any other names more be-fitting.