This afternoon, while I was walking my dog in the cold winter sunshine, we came along some trees and bushes in the neighbourhood and there were a variety of birds cheerfully singing! One female magpie was even making her nest high up in one of those trees!
I got an instant Spring foreboding, inspite of the cold. I felt grateful and free!
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? …
(Matthew 6:25-34 NIV)
I highly recommend Simon Armitage and Tim Dee’s – ‘The poetry of Birds’!
For all you poetry lovers a lovely poem about a magpie’s nest:
When the arts in their infancy were,
In a fable of old ’tis exprest,
A wise magpie constructed that rare
Little house for young birds, called a nest.
(read the rest by clicking on the link)