What a colourful bird is the Chaffinch.
In springtime when the birds are feeding their young many come to our garden to eat the titbits my husband leaves for them. The food ranges from bread crumbs, left overs and some seeds. Each bird is glad of any extra food to feed their fast growing young. I enjoy the company of our feathered friends.
Over the summer the Robin was our regular visitor, with only a few visits from Sparrows and Tits. The young had flown the nest and the breeding season had come to an end. The adults could take a rest. We would have only an occasional visit from the Chaffinch.
The Chaffinch is larger and stronger looking than the robin and more confident. He is handsome with a blue-grey cap, reddish-brown breast and back.
It’s now winter. Brendan supplements the food he leaves out with bird seed bought from the pet shop. The Chaffinch is now a frequent visitor. Brendan noticed he comes to feed when dark seeds are left out. He is not so fond of bread or other lighter coloured seeds. He feeds on seed from the thistle, which is a thorny plant. The chaffinch is sometimes associated with Christ’s crown of thorns.
It is a delight to see this beautiful visitor on our fence in the morning especially after reading about the chaffinch’s association with Our Saviour. I lift my eyes to our God who made the heavens and the earth. I thank God for his son Jesus. The crown of thorns pierced his head, blood flowed down his forehead and matted his hair. The flesh on his back was opened up with the thongs of a whip. His body and clothes were covered in blood from his wounds. Men turned away from the sight.
“He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”
Isaiah 53:2-3, 5 NIV
Jesus wounds healed me from fourth stage cancer.
Yesterday was one of those days promised long ago. “You will see many good days.”
The sun rose and its light reflected off the water. The light brightens up the front of our home. I went up through the house to pull back the curtains to let the warmth and light in.
I heard bird song. It is just January.
Outside my window I noticed birds feeding among the dead leaves. A wren, a blackbird and a robin turned over leaves close to each other. None of them chased the other away. They live at peace with each other.
I looked out onto a walled garden at the back. A starling was inspecting a hole in the wall where a family of starlings had been reared last year. He must be preparing for this year’s brood. Chaffinches sang and flew about in the ivy above on the wall. I will keep an eye out to see if they have nesting places in the wall as well.
I remembered back to our house in Saul Street where there was a garden that had trees and undergrowth at the back. It was an ideal habitat for birds. Blackbirds found plenty to eat under the leaves that had not been cleared away.
Many things needed my attention. In the past I would have been overcome by worry and stress about my children or other pressing needs. Nowadays after being knowing God’s power and love to help me be healed from cancer, I cast my care upon The Lord. The cancer will not come back! Today I can see and enjoy what is around me. I go out and enjoy being alive.
Later in the day I decided to pay a visit to a friend. I went to the vegetable store that sells locally grown produce. No GM produce there. The owner showed me early daffodils and tulips.
On my way to a friend’s house a hare crossed my path. He ran along the road in front or me and then swerved into a field. I stopped to see him skip over the hill. Hares are rare and are know to be seen in March.
I parked the car to take in the view of the sunset. Another car pulled alongside. A man got out with his camera. He was looking for that memorable short.
The water level was low in Strangford Lough. I walked along looking for Sea Glass. I picked up some shells. They make good angel wings in my mosaics.
My friend was glad to see me. I am so thankful to God for being alive to enjoy a good day!