It was March 30th, the temperature was nearing 70 degrees,
the sky was blue with puffy white clouds and the air had a
sense of expectancy. For some time, I had not seen the flock
of wild turkeys that had roamed our back yard. I hoped that
soon my bluebirds would come to take their place. I felt the
Lord would not disappoint me. Perhaps today would be the day,
as a symphony was beginning to form in our yard.
A flock of morning doves offered the violin section to our
backyard symphony, as they enjoyed the birdseed that had fallen
from the feeder to the ground. They were beautiful. When the
snow had melted away, I saw that the unseen moles had left
mounds of earth, every five or six inches, making the yard
look like the bed of an abandoned railway. We will imagine
that these little fellows would offer the soothing music of
The chickadees' melody proffered the flute section as they
bounced about the feeder and then in seconds, would dart up
and down to a nearby tree. A pair of blue jays that had been
with us all Winter, took their turn at filling up on the sunflower
seeds that still remained in the feeder. Theirs was the melody
of a trumpet. Oh, the beauty and sound of God's creatures
stirs my very being.
The rhythm of a flock of red-winged blackbirds as they flew
overhead was quieted by a few un-identified birds perched
in the scotch pine, waiting for heir turn at the feeder. Two
nuthatches joined the burst of activity and supplied the music
of a piano. Can you hear the music? Listen? It is God talking
The bass was added as of my old friend, the woodchuck arrived
on the scene, interrupted by the distant drum roll of a soaring
jet, its sound now added to the symphony. This old woodchuck
has grown bigger each year and at one time last year, I thought,
shared his hole with a rabbit.
Then it happened, I hardly could believe my eyes. Could
it be? It sure was, my bluebirds were back. The healthy, colorful
male was perched right on the peak of the bird feeder. I ran
to get the binoculars. By the time I returned, he had flown
to the same bird house on the corner fence post that he and
his mate had occupied last year. The whole scene was quite
visible from our dining room window.
Soon, he was joined by his muted mate. As I anxiously watched,
both of the bluebirds went in and out the bird house, which
we had carefully cleaned and rehung for their arrival. In
between, they feasted on the abundance of insects, that were
flitting about. It looked like they would take occupancy again,
with the building of a nest soon to begin. Even the honey
bees were out for the homecoming. Their music added the flutes
to the symphony.
As all this happened, Bucky and Luke, our son, Andy's hunting
dogs noticed the activity too. They jumped up and down, barking
their welcome as the music of the saxophones. Mr. and Mrs.
Robin, along with a few friends, stopped by also. Their Spring
song harmonizing with the rest of the backyard symphony.
The air was fresh and clean. The aromas of the earth coupled
with the Spring breeze seemed to add another dimension to
the Lord's backyard Spring Symphony. This beautiful scene
of His creation in action lifted my heart with joy as I praised
the Lord for His blessings.
Some time later, I carefully looked into the bluebird house.
I found that four little birds had hatched. They had their
mouths wide open seeking for insects that Mom and Dad supplied
as rapidly as they could.
This reminded me of the faithfulness of the Lord in meeting
our needs and supplying us with the necessary needs in our
lives as we trust Him and walk the walk of faith.
Each day He sends another gift for me to enjoy. A hummingbird
or woodpecker, or perhaps a tiny pansy bud. So often we become
so busy that we miss the beauty of all that the Lord has provided
for us to enjoy.
Are you watching for your blessings today?