WHAT DO you think I heard today? Although it is still winter I heard a bird singing right outside my window. I looked out and there he was — a bright red cardinal. He had just finished his breakfast of berries and now he was singing his beautiful song.
When eating my breakfast, 1 heard another song. There in our cherry tree was a fluffy little gray bird with a black cap and bib. He sang his soft little “chick-a-dee-dee” song over and over again as he hopped up and down the branches.
“He is looking for his breakfast,” said Mother, “and other birds are looking for their breakfast too. See them out in the garden? Some are gray with white vests; some are speckled, and one has a white crown on his head. Their food is waiting for them in the tiny seed cups on the grasses and weeds.”
“I see them,” I said, “and oh, I see a woodpecker in the apple tree. Is he looking for his breakfast too?”
“Yes,” said Mother, “he likes the tiny grubs hidden away in the bark of the apple tree.”
Then I began to wonder.
I wondered about the berries in the bittersweet vine, and the seeds in the garden; the tiny insects in the trees, and the fat little grubs under the bark.
I wondered how the birds know the kind of food that is best for them, and how they know where to find it.
God sees the little sparrow fall,
It meets His tender view;
If He so loves the little birds
I know He loves me too.
ML-02/18/1973