There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away. Henry Ward Beecher
…so we built a bird feeder on our front lawn.
Now the birds stay for a while and the joy is ours.
When we bought the bird feeder, we were warned that it might take a few weeks to attract birds but we waited all of two minutes before the first blue jay flew in and proudly perched on the peanut wreath. I think he flew back to his buddies and chirped, “Hey, check out the Lindstrom’s front lawn!” because we’ve been having constant visitors ever since, pecking at the seed cone and poking at the peanut shells.
This morning, we had ten bluejays vying for dominant position on the peanut wreath and a few little chickadees sticking their beaks into the suet cage. No finches yet.
We love watching these birds outside our kitchen window.
What a wonderful reason to start hand-washing dishes again!