The sounds of tiny birds singing in the dark came to me as I nursed my baby this morning. He has been mostly sleeping through the night lately and it has been miraculous. Little did I know that just a few hours later I would be woken to find that a tiny bird had gotten in our house! There was very little drama. My oldest daughter remained calm and cool, problem solved well, and the little thing, after flying into the windows, eating a resident spider, and pooing in our front entry, eventually flew out one of our sliding glass doorways. What a relief.
I have had a bird in my house by accident twice before when we lived on our farm. Twice birds flew down our chimney and were stuck in our wood stove. How they had managed this I am not entirely sure but they had. Each time we closed all our blinds and opened the nearest door and tried to shield the area with a blanket. The bird burst out of the stove black and covered in soot and few straight out the doorway to freedom.
Yesterday I set up hummingbird feeders for the first time and this morning one had found them. I was so glad. We have so many birds that frequent our yard because the couple that lived here before us had so many bird feeders set up and loved birds so beautifully. We have tried to do what we could to also keep them coming. There is just something so precious about birds!
Yesterday when I was on my deck I could hear baby birds that have hatched in one of our bird houses calling to their mother in their frail baby voices. She was busily winging along bringing them food as often as she could. When I sent my mom and husband out to listen they could not hear them.
I feel like a lot of times no one can hear my voice but God. No one else really needs to ~ sometimes I want them to but often there is no one that can take the time. However if someone created these birds so beautifully ~ full of song, brilliant color, able to soar and flit and float, capable of building such intricate and beautiful places to bear young ~ well that someone must pay the closest possible attention to detail imaginable. So I have to believe he is paying attention to me. Have a lovely day. May you enjoy the songs of birds and feel the warmth of the sun on your skin. xo
He does Tansy! He sees you as you are. He hears you, every chirp and cheep. He feeds you and warms you.
ReplyDeleteFor as much as you've been through, look at how you write, how deeply and beautiful your words come together. It is one of your many gifts. And you use this gift and I thank you for writing. Blogging. Capturing beauty and sharing each piece. It's like sitting down at a heavenly table and I get to partake of what you brought and it's so good.
Keep it up.
Xo