For the Birds

Black oil sunflower seeds litter the ground beneath the ancient magnolia tree. The neglected bird feeder once again spills it bounty. It tempts birds back to delight our afternoons.

Bird Song by Karoly Ferenczy

Behind the window, we peak at life outdoors. Meadowlarks dressed in their winter plumage of gray tinted yellow hop and peck. Yesterday a dove joined the feast. Today the chickadees return.

Little girls huddle close as we identify new visitors.

I think that is a nuthatch. Did you see him come down the tree upside-down?

Mom, he’s so pretty!

A squirrel bounces over to raid. Sweet Pea chases him away. To a squirrel this little girl is scary, but her scrunched eyes and pursed lips don’t have the same effect on me. I just want to kiss her.

We continue to watch and wonder at the majesty of the smallest creatures. Wings carry them. God sustains them.

I forgot to fill the feeder for weeks, yet these front yard friends return.

We welcome their reminder to slow down and enjoy the beauty of creation.

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