The birds of the air and the beasts of the field delight man, yet man does not realize the delight he himself brings to God.c e hollis
I awaken early and the birds are busy preening. Their feathers must be unruffled and clean so as to protect them from cold, snow, wind, and rain. If we were to preen our own feathers every morning it would give us insulation from the harshness of life, wouldn’t it?
The hummingbirds fuss and fight zipping and zooming around the feeders. Wouldn’t it go better for them if they were to be more tolerant? With us too.
The white-winged dove is a city dweller. He has black wing tips and a blue tinge to his long gray body. Note the black mark on his neck. His camouflage doesn’t hide him against the bright yellow curb. It’s difficult and useless to attempt to hide our authentic selves from the world.
Mallard ducks have white rings on the necks and a bright fluorescent green head. They lead a placid peaceful life. Shouldn’t we all?
The cardinals are winter favorites with many. They are supposed to bring hope from those who are gone before. They are easily spotted against the browns of winter and the new fallen snow. I should bring a message of hope to people around me too.”
Meadowlark — songster of the prairie. Singer in a bright choir robe, you sing for the pure joy of life. Life should make us all so happy.
The Rock pigeon is a show-off strutting here and there — demanding each his own way. We should practice being less selfish and more caring.
Painted bunting—beautiful little bird—unassuming and shy. We would all be happier if we were humble- hearted like him.
Nuthatch is well-dressed in his blue and white band uniform. He dines on bugs in tree bark. Here he is in my sycamore tree. He is noted for walking face up or face down on tree trunks. I hope I’m calm in all the up- side-down situations of life.
American Goldfinches are drab green and for part of the year males are bright yellow. They love to dine on dandelions and are perfectly camouflaged in fresh spring green and dandelion blooms.
Birdwatching is a favorite pastime for me on Holliswood Farm. These are some of the prettiest.
I know every bird of the mountains and every thing that moves in the field is mine.
Offer to God a sacrifice of thanksgiving.
Psalm 50: 11 and 14