For two years, I’ve waited when the birds will return. Lo and behold, I heard chirping and saw this little guy checking our the bird house.
Who is more jubilant? Needless to say, me!
Trying so many ways to give nature a place to stay in a small oasis in the middle of busy city dwellers offers so much joy not just to me but to other tenants in the building.
The bird checked the house. I think we have a new taker. Should I charge the bird rent?
“All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small.”
I quickly lined the bird house with my hair. A few days later, this couple of birds were busy hauling materials building a nest from materials I hung on the hummingbird feeder. They brought their own bedding as well.
“Each little flowers that open, each little birds that sing. He made them glowing colors. He made their tiny wings.”
In and out, out and in. They were busy. None stop.
It was mesmerizing for my next door neighbour, watching from the balcony what the birds were doing. She counted eleven times, back and forth, in a short period.
Finally. Mazel tov!. I’m a grandma.
It is now a buggy kind of days. A big worm on its beak.
Joys of all joys.
I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. John 15:11