During the later morning hours, sitting in my office preparing for Sunday morning in our church; I heard a clunk at my office window. Seeing how we had four of our grand children present, and they were outside, my first thought was that one of the smaller ones threw something and hit the window. However, when I looked out the window I saw our dogs gathered around something on the ground, they were sniffing at it, and blocking my view of whatever it was.
I went outside and looked. It was a small bird. It was still alive. It’s eyes were blinking, and I could see the movement of its breast by its breathing. I picked up the little bird, and held in my hands. After a few minutes the bird sat up, got on its feet, still stunned.
I took it and showed it to my grand kids. They were thrilled wanting to touch it, and pet it. He/She just sat there in my hand. One time flying under the trampoline. I retrieved her/him, and she continued to sit on my hand for a while longer. In just a little while she flew away; flying very low to the ground, finding a resting place, and perching herself on a limb; sat there for a while. I did notice later that she was gone. I supposed she had finally came to her senses and flew away.
This morning, as I was in the office doing my blog writing, there was a bird that came singing at my window. My thoughts were that this bird thought she would sing a song for me praising the LORD for His goodness; and letting me know she was fine.
When I hear birds singing; I believe they are singing praises to the King of kings, the LORD of hosts, and that is what God has made them for. He made us for worship too. However, it seems that we are the only part that fails to do so.
Listen to the birds sing. Listen to the Bird Song.
Along the banks of Flat Creek.