It is the eleventh of February today. I am recording the activity of birds in my garden. I live along the Strangford Lough in Northern Ireland. The warm morning has invited all kinds of birds to flit about in the garden. A wren stays low along the hedge. A robin jumps about among the plant pots.
The busiest birds I see are starlings. There are three pairs flying back and forth. Each pair had found a nook in the old wall adjoining my garden. One bird flys in with a small twig in his mouth. He didn’t exit for five minutes. He must be building his nest, preparing for young. I am excited to discover birds building their nests in my garden and so early in the spring. I will look forward to catching the starlings’ progress each morning.
It is relaxing to sit quiet and patient keeping an eye on the nest sites. My breakfast dishes need washed, benches need cleared, floor needs brushed. I want to make some phone calls. E mails need checked. All can wait.
I am bird watching from the comfort of my kitchen. I don’t have to go for a drive to a special bird watching sight, or get wrapped up in warm clothes to face the elements. Watching the birds is taking my mind off all immediate troubles. There are many things that could cause me to worry or fret. Instead I am looking at birds.
Jesus said “Look at the birds.”
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6:25-26, 33-34 NIV)
A pair of doves rested on a bare branch. One flew off with a low moan. The other followed. I hope they return.
Later in the morning one single bird was singing from the treetop in my garden. I think it was a Great tit. He was announcing loud and clear. “This is my domain. He was attracting his mate to join him.” I will be looking to see where his nest is.
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The bird singing from the treetop… I thought you wrote it was a great hit!!! I’m sure it was that too! I’m delighted you have taken up this pastime Angela. It’s surely an interesting hobby…and as you said, things to fret about can wait! Since we put down a weed controlling cover under bark, the daffodils got forgotten about. I rescued a few as I saw them bulging under the ground over & though I have only 2 plants flowering with about 3 or 4 yellow flowers, they are the most beautiful refreshing sight in our front garden. God has surely programmed these flowers to be the harbingers of spring. Next autumn I hope to plant many many more. Check my Facebook page to see where we explored today. More of the Lord’s beautiful earth. Shalom to you Angela.x
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