For Dayle's Simple Pleasures: Birds

Birds are tiny creatures that bring an abundance of wonder to the world.

They are definitely among life's most treasured yet simple pleasures.

Seeing birds soar through the air, without a care in the world, makes us realize that God is truly in charge. He watches over the littlest of His creatures with tender, loving care.

It's comforting to hear choruses of birds early on summer mornings.

Because I love  living birds, a bird collection evolved at our house. They line windowsills in one room and are perched on a mirrored tray in another.



One humorous bird story recalled while writing this post takes me all the way back to the first grade. Now, believe it or not, that was a long time ago!

The first grade teacher, Mrs. Bonneville, liked to try to fool her charges on April Fool's Day.  She had gotten most of the students in the class on little things, like saying their shoe laces were untied or their pencils were on the floor. However, she wasn't able to fool me until she walked over to the window and exclaimed, "Oh, my, there's the first robin of spring."

I jumped out of my seat and ran to the window, not wanting to miss a glance of robin redbreast. Of course, Mrs. Bonneville chuckled when she saw me craning my neck at the window, trying to get a glance of the robin.

     "April Fool, Susan," she laughed. She got me. That was bad enough but even worse was the fact that I didn't get to see a little robin after all!

This Simple Pleasure Party is hosted by Dayle at This and That. Please go to her blog http://alittleofthisandthat2.blogspot.com/   and read all about other peoples' ideas of what constitutes a simple pleasure!

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE BIRD?

A "Tweet" Collection

Birds are among the most fascinating creatures on earth.

There are so many thousands of varieties, from the tiniest of humming birds to eagles with their sweeping wingspan. For whatever reason, I've always loved birds of all kinds.

Personal collections may have origins in childhood. Many different birds line windowsills in our home. As a little girl, I remember the excitement of finding pale blue eggs in a bird's nest in the back yard of my childhood home. They were so small and perfect. When the babies were born, my sisters and me were thrilled and tried to see them from our bedroom window.

One summer day, I found a small, featherless creature on the ground. A baby bird had fallen from the nest and died. We buried her and gave her a small grave marker. It may have been one of my first experiences with death and my heart ached for the dead baby bird who would never learn to fly!










(This little fellow is made out of a black cow horn! Looks like he's singing to the sun.)


(This is one of my Mexican, hand-painted birds.)


(Here's the hand painted Mexican ceramic bird's girlfriend.)

In spring, isn't it wonderful hear choruses of birds through the open bedroom window? Mourning doves sound rather melancholy but it's still pleasant to hear them.






(These might be blue birds of happiness so I hope they stick around!)


DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE KIND OF BIRD?