Words About Birds

Wheeling through the summer sky, perching in the treetops, feeding their young, birds go about their business as generally unconcerned with the human race as the human race is generally unconcerned with them. But every so often they do something that catches our attention.

Canada geese heading south in the shape of a V. A white-throated sparrow grieving over poor Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody. A cardinal darting through the shrubbery like a flame. For a moment or two even the dullest of us dimly realizes the world would be a poorer place without them.

One wonders if from time to time birds feel the same way about us. A man with an umbrella walking in the rain. A woman in a bathing suit picking peas. The patter song of a two-year-old in the sandbox. Do birds every once in a while see us as we see them, as basically irrelevant but occasionally worth the cocking of a beady eye, the flicker of a wing, the first few notes of a song?

~ Frederick Buechner, Beyond Words

I hope this will be the last of the birds for awhile. I went through 30 batteries in no time at all, and am wondering if it’s something I’m doing wrong or if that’s just what cameras do? Anyone who might know… let me know if that’s just standard or what.

Anyway, I was cleaning out my email inbox (totally inundated after much neglect) and stumbled on this in my Frederick’s daily quotes emails. Seemed so appropriate!

That’s all for now. Blessings!!