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Baby Animals in our Back Yard

11 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites




Three mocking birds are having another fiesta this morning in the elderberry bushes. One is a juvenile and the other two are adults. They eat, sing, and dive in faux aerial combat. Now I see the young one trying to get to the elderberries behind the property-line fence. The tall bushy plants are considered weeds, even though the berries may be used to make wine and for a natural remedy. When people ask if we ever harvest them, we tell them, no, we have plenty to eat, and a lot of remedies, but the birds love and need the berries for food.

A young Mockingbird goes for a clump of berries. Her beak darts and her wings flap. She darts and flaps again and again and misses every time. Finally she gives up. She will have to wait to see how her parents and the woodpeckers eat hanging upside down clinging to the berries.

I love to see baby animals learning from their parents and teaching themselves by trial and error. God made them to become exactly what He designed them to be.

Oh, wait –there’s a juvenile Cardinal. I’ve him before, learning to bathe, and to land of the bird-feeder just right. Because he’s male and in the process of turning into a red-bird, his feathers are a handsome blend of red and brown patches. He flies to the elderberry bush and starts to try for a berry when whoosh, an adult mockingbird skims over his head frightening him away.

I suppose the mockingbirds believe that the elderberry bush is their exclusive territory, and why not, they certainly do enough singing for their supper.

Though I love and appreciate the exuberant Mockingbird praise, I haven’t always done so. When we lived in an upstairs apartment in Inglewood, California I was a stay- at- home mom with our first child. With the windows open, we could hear all the sounds from outside. I have to admit I didn’t notice the birds until they started to whine like our little dog. I’m sure he whined because he needed to get out, but I never had to take my home dog for a walk because he was free to go anywhere in town and to follow us kids around all day. So Smoky suffered a lack of exercise and the Mockingbirds got a new sound, and I suffered frustration day after day and blamed the mockingbirds when I should have looked to myself for a solution.

Now, fifty years later I have learned to walk dogs and to appreciate Mockingbirds who praise the Lord all the day long. We’re especially charmed when a Mockingbird takes up a post at the tip-top of a tree or street lamp and sings so that his enthusiasm lifts him off the perch and gravity brings him back down. Now that’s the joy of the Lord!




What If I Prayed The Way a Mockingbird Sings

9 Feb

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Author, Poet and ArtistWhat if years of praying and studying how to pray were to culminate in putting on Jesus’ light yoke and allowing Him to do most of the praying through me?

What if prayer, even intercessory prayer became no strain but praise and worship? I could pray for a lot of people that way without being responsible for solving their problems. I’m not responsible for that I know, but still I try to figure and fix. If I were a mocking bird, singing and prayer would simply well up from my innermost being.

The mocking bird can sound like many different birds. He is a baby bird begging to be fed, a chickadee, a quail. In the days when we lived in California, the mocking birds in our yard took up whining like the dog. I must say, it drove me crazy. Mocking birds express whatever sounds enter them.

If I prayed the way mocking birds sing I probably wouldn’t know what I was praying for half the time. The focus would be totally on God. How could anybody lose by that? We would participate in His life together. This reminds me of a bookmark my friend, Pam, gave me a long time ago. Though I have lost the gift, the words will remain with me forever. “Birds don’t sing because they have a melody, they sing because they have a song.” Yes, and who gives them their song?

New Living Translation

You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!

Isaiah 26:3


New Living Translation
And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness. For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words.

Roman’s 8:26


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