Beautiful World

I woke up this morning to a birdsong and cool morning air. Beautiful. I dressed to go walking in the hush of a house where everyone is still sleeping. I let Polly, our dog, out into the morning. And then I stood by the front window. And marveled. Several birds, seven, eight, maybe, were performing daredevil stunts and enjoying roller coaster flights right in front of me. I could see clearly the individual tail feathers as they fanned out in flight. I could almost feel the woosh of air as their wings beat to begin the ascent. I moved out onto the lawn and stood in the middle of their crazy plunges down and quick bursts up. My favorites were the small swallows with clean white bellies and blue-black backs. The others were brown with a reddish/yellowish spot just above their tails. They didn't seem to care at all that I was there. The antics and racing continued right around me. Breath-taking!

"Whenever I hear the song of a bird, or look at the blue, blue sky ... I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world! Heavenly Father created for me. " Wow.