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chick-a-dee

June 25, 2011

We are only the second owners of the house in which we live. The people who built it put a lot of thought into some of the details, especially in the yard. Daily I’m filled with delight because of their planning!

When we moved in I remember thinking, ‘these people are really obsessed with birds!’ Now I see why! It might seem to some that I’ve become obsessed with them as well, but if so, it’s probably because I’m able to watch them and observe their behavior. Whether or not I’m obsessed, I have come to be quite fond of them.

I’ve learned that if you want to see and enjoy birds or butterflies, or whatever, you need to plant trees and flowers from which those creatures enjoy eating. The former owners did just that.

They designed a bird-haven in front of the large family room window. They built a wooden structure designed especially for hanging various bird feeders. They also planted a Serviceberry Tree in the lee of the house, a little corner off to the side of the window that is protected from the wind.

fruit of service berry tree

Fruit on the Serviceberry Tree

Over the years the tree has grown and become shelter, school and fast food stop to hundreds of birds!

Because of the former owners’ foresight, we’ve been filled with wonder and delight as we’ve discovered birds we’d never even seen before!

Over these dozen years we’ve observed male and female birds of various types:

Goldfinches, Cardinals, Downy Woodpeckers, Hairy Woodpeckers, Nuthatches, Purple House Finches, Grackles (not my favorite), Robins, Eurasian Doves, Mourning Doves, Orioles, Cedar Waxwings, a Sharp Shinned Hawk, and various assorted sparrows.

We’ve enjoyed seeing baby Robins hopping around the yard, chirping relentlessly for their parents to come rescue or feed them!

Since we moved in we’ve had to remove some large pines that were dying, so we landscaped, adding three Blue Spruce, a few Aspen trees and an Ash tree which provide more perches, more habitat for all these species.

A few years ago, we built a water feature in a corner alcove nestled beneath a towering River Birch and two Althea (Rose of Sharon) trees and have had the delight of watching cardinals and goldfinches and even a Red-Winged Blackbird come and drink and bathe in the water. The hotter the day, the more numerous are the fountain’s visitors. They perch on the fence, their beaks open as they seem to pant. Then nervously they glance side to side as they swoop down to take a few gulps of fresh water.

Somewhere along the line, we came across a small nesting box and hung it from a post built in the alcove next to the fountain. Last year I noticed a bird or two taking an interest, but sadly, they didn’t move in.

This spring we were elated to see a pair of Black-Capped Chickadees move in! They have hatched a little  family in our nesting box! My husband and I sit out there as often as we can watching the parents come  and go. At first they were carrying building supplies in their beaks, and then spelling each other as they  both took turns sitting on the eggs. Finally we noticed they were coming and going with greater  frequency, their beaks full of little inch worms and insects! We heard peeping and in a few days were  able to see tiny, featherless heads bobbing as they clamored for food!

Before much longer, those baby chickadees were figuring out that food came from the little round  opening above them and you could see them jostle to get closer. Now mom and dad cart in larger caterpillars and seeds and suet! They are sedulous! (dedicated and diligent)

Within about a week’s time, those little chirps had changed from single peeps to the clear “chick-a-dee” call these birds are named for! Such tiny, scrawny little featherless urchins are peeping, “chick-a-dee … chick-a-dee” like they’ve been at it all their lives! Oh wait, they have! Those little creatures have had us in awe! chick-a-dees

This amazing Chickadee family have been medicine to our sometimes weary souls. Their presence takes our minds off of all our preoccupations and we sit and listen with joy and wonder as new life has emerged right before us.

As I sat here yesterday morning, there were chirps being repeated from the Serviceberry tree in front of me. Baby sparrows were perched nervously, clumped close together, waiting for their parents to come deposit food into their open, expectant beaks. Their chest feathers were fuzzy-looking with fluffed-out feathers. One was bravely trying to preen and the others were hanging on for dear life! Their chirps were repetitive and persistent. It’s akin to our kids saying, “Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom . . .” incessantly until we answer them! I can just hear daddy sparrow’s thoughts, “Alright-already! Hang on! Don’t get your feathers in a wad, I’m coming!”

Today they are back and a bit more adventurous. They sidle up to mom and wiggle, their tail feathers all aflutter, beaks ready for their treat. I’m guessing by tomorrow their mom will be telling them, “Go get it yourself!”

Our little Black-capped Chickadee parents swoop in and out, quickly grabbing seed or suet and off they go to their nest. Back and forth, back and forth, tirelessly and devoted.

A gold finch flits in and away. A male cardinal lands in the hanging box, grabs some food and takes off. (Yesterday I sat with my mouth agape, incredulous as a male cardinal sat next to a female on a limb in this same tree, feeding her! How precious!)

This activity causes me to recall some Bible verses I learned about as a young girl.

“Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6,7

What comfort. God sees them all – not just the ones in my yard, but all the sparrows and birds of all kinds all over the planet! They are precious and important enough to him to keep his eye on and Jesus said that we are more valuable than they I don’t have to be afraid. He provides for them, he will provide for me.

I want to be as eager and expectant as these little fledglings, looking to God, my Father, to care for me, even better than these feathered friends of mine look after their little ones. After all, I’m important to him, and you are too!

illumination

April 5, 2010

Once again I sit on my family room couch looking out the expansive south-facing window. My husband and I enjoyed the quiet this morning as we sipped our coffee, gazing, watching the birds come and go. It’s a windy day, I can tell. Though I haven’t yet stepped outside, the wind chimes and clouds’ speed tell me so. It’s one of those days that can be sunny and brilliant one moment and shrouded in gray the next.

A male goldfinch perches on a feeder snatching seeds from the little feed-slot. The sun lights his feathers just right and transforms him from a yellow bird with a black cap to a torch of gold. He is magnificent! The green buds emerging from the branches of the aspen beyond him become illuminated by the sun as well. They are vibrant!

A little potted fake fern sits on a glass table just this side of the window and the sun graced its plastic leaves also. It came alive for only a moment, its leaves radiant with green warmth.

Then all went terribly wrong. I made the mistake of glancing at the table top. Not only were the plastic leaves of my faux fern illuminated, but every finger print, glass water mark and every piece of dust on that table were also highlighted, brought to my attention, pointed out as if with a giant neon arrow! The streaks on the window that were left the last time we windexed it are now painfully apparent and I feel the urge to get up and start cleaning!

The sun does that. It can make things look absolutely gorgeous; better than they are on their own. It can also show just how ugly other objects are, how messed up or unattractive they truly are, once the light does its work.

Light is truth. It brings out the reality of an object. It accentuates the beauty or exposes the ugliness.

Jesus is the Son of God, and he is the sun – the light of God that reveals the truth about who we are.

Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father but by me.”

Jesus is truth. His life shows us the truth about our own lives. He is the radiance that makes us beautiful or he is the beam of light that shows our falsehood and sin. We can look pretty good on a gray day, but when the Son shines in all his radiance, what comes out of us for all to see? Fingerprints and dirt?

I’m so thankful that because of the Son’s great sacrifice and resurrection, I can be clean inside, so when Jesus, The Light of the World shines on me, I can reflect his glory just like that little goldfinch at my feeder!