“Is it not natural,” answered the saint, “that birds should come to a bird?”
A play on his name, for Columba signifies a dove.
S. Cainnech saw a rich lady with a starved dog.
“Who feeds that poor brute?” he asked.
“I do,” answered the lady.
“Feed it? Maltreat it. Go and eat what you cast to the poor hound, and in a week return and tell me how you relish such treatment.”
One day an abbot saw a little bird with drooping wings.
“Why is the poor thing so wretched?” he asked.
“Do you not know,” said a bystander, “that Molua is dead? He was full of pity to all animals. Never did he injure one. Do you marvel then that the little birds lament his decease?”
It was the same with regard to children.