Yesterday we turned out 300+ head of steers from their winter feeding pens to our big north pastures. They were so happy to be out on the prairies eating green grass and clover. I was happy to be out there too. The men and I spent some time in the saddle trailing them out. It was a glorious day for it. I know this grass doesn't look green, but underneath the old grass is new, green, delicious grass. The steers will be out grazing and getting fat for the next couple months.
As I was doing the morning dishes, I noticed something moving out on the Ash Tree. It was this lil guy called a Nuthatch. He was so busy, like a little acrobat hanging upside down and creeping sideways all over the trunk and branches, picking bugs from the bark, not thinking about anything at all except his breakfast.
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Do you see the flash of orange in this picture? This is a Bullock's Oriole. My eye is always on the look out for this lightning-orange fellow. Here, come in a little closer.
Like a loud, obnoxious uncle, you know the Bullock's Oriole is near when you hear his chatty, whistley song. Last summer we had one that sang right by our bedroom window every morning around 5:30. There were some mornings that I wanted to throw a slipper at him. You can hear his song on the link above.
In my devotional time the other day, I read this from Oswald Chambers:
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they simply are! Think of the sea, the air, the sun, the stars, and the moon -- all these are, and what a ministration they exert. So often we mar God's designed influence through us by our self-conscious effort to be consistent and useful.
When I watch the birds eating from feeders or picking bugs from the bark, they aren't worried about appearances. The cattle eat grass and lay in the warm sunshine, unaffected by economic downturns. The tulips and wild bluebells don't ask, "Why am I here?" They just grow and bloom, and in a short while they are gone. I am a moon-gazer and always, I am ministered to by it's presence. It has no sermon to preach. It simply is. How many people before me, throughout all time, have looked at it and wondered about how big God is and how small we earthlings are, and yet, He thinks of us. Each of us.
"Consider the fowls of the air....Consider the lilies of the field."
~Matthew 6:26, 28