We’ve been watching this sparrow family in our yard. Though they are in a birdhouse high up on the power pole (and thus safe from the murderous cat ZuZu) that pole is right in our driveway, in the middle of the action, so to speak. When we go to the car the devoted parents shriek out their alarms and if you dare to open the door beneath them to get a popsicle out of the freezer you wonder by their reactions if this time they WILL kamikaze, and stab you bloody with their tiny yellow beaks.
Non-stop, the 3 babies cheep for more-more–more.
The poor mama and papa flit about constantly, bringing nourishment to them and reducing the bad bugs on the tomatoes for me. Though I feel for these tiny parents, I find it inspiring how dedicated they are-watching, protecting, feeding. They obey the instinct the Creator put in them, and never let up or slack in their faithfulness to their children. I also find it absolutely delightful how personal God is with me. Sparrows (of all birds!) working faithfully and tirelessly to feed 3 (of all numbers!)