When I was six years old, my dad moved us out of Detroit to live in the country. He turned three acres of fields into a paradise. Simple house, animals in the back, baseball diamond in the front. He wanted to raise us in nature and to enjoy the simple things.
One passion my dad passed on to me was a love for birds. Bird feeders of every sort surrounded our house. Hummingbirds came for the sugar water, cardinals and bluejays for the sunflower seeds, and lots of bugs flying around for the bluebirds. It seemed all the birds came to our yard.
Here are a few page from my bird book when I was about 13 years old. I kept track of the birds we saw. The love of bird watching never left me, and I married a girl who shared the joy with me. It is a hobby you can enjoy anywhere with little to no expense, except for a book and a pair of binoculars.
It has been a fun hobby for our family and now even some of our grandkids. I have always thought that God gets great delight watching his hummingbirds hover over a flower with wings beating at 70 beats a second. Or the eagle soaring above the earth with seemingly no effort at all.
Recently there was a delightful article about bird watching entitled “Praying with the Birds” written by the clever author Miss Rachel Shrader. Click on the image below to read this fun and instructive article. Then go buy a pair of binoculars and a good bird book and get started yourself.
