My love of and joy in watching the birds intensifies daily. Yes, I do love watching these creatures. It is so amazing to me how God has instilled in them all that they need to survive and care for their own. (See my previous post of BIRDS on July 2012.)
Back the week prior to Mother's Day of this year, I sat at my kitchen table for almost an hour and watched as a batch of bird siblings took their first flight. Ahhh...be still my heart. I watched as the mama wren brought in the food and little wren mouths opened as they were near the door of the wren house. I watched as the first little wren made it's appearance in the door of my wren house. It stood there just a second and courageously flapped it's wings and flew away. Just like that...here, then gone. The mother wren kept bringing in worms to feed the other little ones. It wasn't long until the second little wren sibling appeared at the door. This little one was not so brave as it stood there and was absolutely shaking all over....like me sometimes when fear gets a hold. After what seemed like a very long time, the little bird flew, only to land on the porch floor. My heart sank. Deep. The little one seemed to have some trouble flapping one of it's wings. Finally, it managed to get both working and it, too, flew off into the green sunny world. The third made it's way to the house door and like it's first sibling, flew away. Amazing. The next day, I took the wren house off the wall of the porch and cleaned it out. Let me tell you there was a lot of twigs, dirt, and bird nest building things in that wren house. I cleaned it out and hung it back up. According to my math, that was about a month ago.
Here's the wren house as it is located on my porch, slightly above the center on the edge wall of the porch above the swing:
It wasn't but a few days that I noticed more twigs and such in the wren house. I didn't see the birds doing the building, but it was full. Amazing that a little bird can find the strength to find, move, and build such a nest. It. Is. Amazing.
I have been noticing that I hear the wrens again. Their sound is so distinct and loud, I can hear it if I am in the back of the house. Every time I hear that sound, my heart gets joy. Last night, The Husband came through the house and said, "The wrens have babies again. They are bringing food." I mean now really, can you believe that? In that short amount of time, these birds have been miracles again. And just look at that cozy nest. Rebuilt for the little ones. I watched even this morning as the mama wren flew off the porch rail to the tree and walked, pecking, up the tree looking for more food. Diligent in her efforts for her little ones.
I wish you all had a wren house like mine and that you could feel my sense of excitement, amazement, and delight. And yes, this blog post is full of sermons I don't even have to explain to you.
Most of all, I am grateful for the assurance that I feel from The Heavenly Father as He speaks peace to my heart through these amazing little wrens. Granted the song talks about sparrows, but I have to mention the lines from one of my favorite songs:
"I worry about tomorrow until I hear the sparrow.
And I'm reminded of the promise--He'll take care of me."
So be encouraged and know that HE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU AND ALL OF HIS CHILDREN.
He promised.
Back the week prior to Mother's Day of this year, I sat at my kitchen table for almost an hour and watched as a batch of bird siblings took their first flight. Ahhh...be still my heart. I watched as the mama wren brought in the food and little wren mouths opened as they were near the door of the wren house. I watched as the first little wren made it's appearance in the door of my wren house. It stood there just a second and courageously flapped it's wings and flew away. Just like that...here, then gone. The mother wren kept bringing in worms to feed the other little ones. It wasn't long until the second little wren sibling appeared at the door. This little one was not so brave as it stood there and was absolutely shaking all over....like me sometimes when fear gets a hold. After what seemed like a very long time, the little bird flew, only to land on the porch floor. My heart sank. Deep. The little one seemed to have some trouble flapping one of it's wings. Finally, it managed to get both working and it, too, flew off into the green sunny world. The third made it's way to the house door and like it's first sibling, flew away. Amazing. The next day, I took the wren house off the wall of the porch and cleaned it out. Let me tell you there was a lot of twigs, dirt, and bird nest building things in that wren house. I cleaned it out and hung it back up. According to my math, that was about a month ago.
Here's the wren house as it is located on my porch, slightly above the center on the edge wall of the porch above the swing:
It wasn't but a few days that I noticed more twigs and such in the wren house. I didn't see the birds doing the building, but it was full. Amazing that a little bird can find the strength to find, move, and build such a nest. It. Is. Amazing.
I have been noticing that I hear the wrens again. Their sound is so distinct and loud, I can hear it if I am in the back of the house. Every time I hear that sound, my heart gets joy. Last night, The Husband came through the house and said, "The wrens have babies again. They are bringing food." I mean now really, can you believe that? In that short amount of time, these birds have been miracles again. And just look at that cozy nest. Rebuilt for the little ones. I watched even this morning as the mama wren flew off the porch rail to the tree and walked, pecking, up the tree looking for more food. Diligent in her efforts for her little ones.
I wish you all had a wren house like mine and that you could feel my sense of excitement, amazement, and delight. And yes, this blog post is full of sermons I don't even have to explain to you.
Most of all, I am grateful for the assurance that I feel from The Heavenly Father as He speaks peace to my heart through these amazing little wrens. Granted the song talks about sparrows, but I have to mention the lines from one of my favorite songs:
"I worry about tomorrow until I hear the sparrow.
And I'm reminded of the promise--He'll take care of me."
So be encouraged and know that HE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU AND ALL OF HIS CHILDREN.
He promised.
Be still my heart.... :-) :-)
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