It is 30 degrees below zero, but we are warm in the house. My gaze from the window caught a sparrow digging in the snow below the feeder. I hated the idea of getting dressed in boots, gloves, Insulated Bib Overalls, and my Russian Winters hat to fill the bird feeders. The tiny sparrow convicted me. I could feel their stare, anxiously awaiting the seeds I deposited. I filled them to the brim and sprinkled some on the ground for the Blue Jays. As I finished, I thought of Matthew 6:26: “Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” I have worried too much about the things I am powerless over this past year. It is time to live by faith and trust God. The post I wrote this morning, ‘Sugar and Kerosene’ to close 2021, is inspired by these delicate birds out the window.
The chickadees come first, even as I fill the feeder; they have grown to trust me. The real reward was the Blue Jays who came and posed for me, and the photobombing Woodpecker … I share their portraits.
Your pictures are wonderful. Sad to hear about the virus killing so many song birds. We need to be better stewards of our planet.
The pic with the seed flying up in the air is my favorite! Great pictures!