This was in National Geographic Magazine:
A group of firefighters was working through the devestation of a Yellowstone forest fire, making sure that all the hots spots had been extinguished. In the middle of the path was a small heap of smoldering ash. One man kicked the ash to allow the air to circulate and cool the brush.
Suddenly a little flock of baby quail fluttered from beneath the cinders. Other chicks gradually emerged from underneath other smoky bumps. "These piles of ashes are the mother quail," one of the rangers realized.
The mother's body had covered her chicks, sheltering them from the searing flames. Though the heat was enough to consume her it allowed her chicks to find safety underneath. In the face of the rising flames, she could have easily flown away, but she was the only hope of safety for her chicks. She gathered them under her body, shielded them with her wings and made herself stay through the raging fire.
Jesus said, "How oft would I have gathered my children together even as a hen gathered her chickens under her wings, and ye would not. (Matthew 23:37; 3 Nephi 10:4-6; D&C 10:65)
Will we allow ourselves to be gathered?