Saturday at The Ranch House was a busy day. It was filled with catching up on chores. We turned a tree that had been leaning precariously towards the house in our front yard at home into firewood, and mowed the tall grass that had become seriously overgrown in our absence. There was also time for a nap and our traditional evening spent watching the setting of the sun. Joining us in these ventures were many winged and feathered friends.
I had never considered myself to be a bird lover. In fact, I rarely had time to take notice of them in my younger years. After having spent time alone at the house during the tractor driving season of my life however, I became quite fond of these wonderful little companions.
There are Bee Martins. Yellow breasted and ever bickering with one another, they return every year to build a nest in our fir tree.
Evenings that are warm enough to leave the windows open result in a special treat. There is nothing like lying in bed for a few moments before getting up in the morning to listen to the beautiful song of a Meadow Lark.
Some years we have Bluebirds. The picture above is the result of such a time.
A noisy little warbler has her nest hidden in secret somewhere near the house. She is small yet constantly singing, a happy little thing.
This year we have a Sparrow Hawk. Typically keeping a fair distance from people, this girl kept landing on a hole a woodpecker has made on the outhouse (darned woodpecker!). Time and again she would hang on to the side tightly, stopping to peer in. I thought she was hoping to find an easy meal. Until, that is, she climbed on inside. No wonder she visited so frequently. I think we will be having baby sparrow hawks this year!
We also have Robins.
That afternoon as I was taking a break from wrestling the push mower, a handsome young specimen with dark brown feathers and a brilliant red breast landed not too far from my chair. Gentle and familiar as we have many Robins at home, I watched as he looked for his afternoon snack. As I turned my attention and really looked at him, I realized what I had done. Caught up in the birds that I don’t see every day, I neglected to appreciate the beauty that this Robin possessed.
May I never become so distracted by the uncommon, that I do not see the beauty that fills my life every day. May I value and appreciate the blessings that I have been given. May I be truly thankful for each one. May I never take these gifts for granted. May I have eyes that see.
Psalm 107:1 King James Version (KJV)
107 O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
1 Thessalonians 5:18 King James Version (KJV). In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
Psalm 50:11-13 King James Version (KJV)
11 I know all the fowls of the mountains: and the wild beasts of the field are mine.