’Tis Easter Eve on this side of the world, and there are promising signs of life everywhere. The hills are countless shades of green; fragile yellow flowers are bursting through layered calichi; the nestling wrens aren’t nestlings anymore; and the garden is growing. As promised, I’m updating you on our new way of gardening and on the baby wrens.
I gave you their birth announcement a couple of weeks ago, but these exceptional wrens have graduated early. For almost two weeks, they have just stared back at us in their new-found wonderment of what might be outside their nest. Mama and Daddy have fed them well, with help from our hosting, and they’ve actually graduated a bit earlier than the expected date of next Tuesday.
A flurry of feathers and chirping met us early this morning — five babies and Mama darting around on the front porch, clinging to the walls and shrubs, learning they have wings and breathing clean air. The little fluff-ball in the photo was a bit slower than his siblings. I’ll be checking on him throughout the day. The others are in the mountain laurel, and you can only hear them. So enjoy the graduation video and photo. They learned to sing before they learned to fly. I think there’s a lesson in there somewhere. We will miss their song, but we’re hoping that maybe they like it here, and we’ll see the next generation.
Just click on Chirping Birds and enjoy the sounds.
Baby birds and green gardens are reminders of the rhythms of life, but there is no greater reminder of the cycle of life than Easter. Christ’s Resurrection is the promise that one day because our Lord Jesus freed us from death, we will burst from the womb of this world and step into heaven, the home we were made for from the beginning. Until then, we will experience the seasons of life, only able to imagine eternity and what awaits us when we are truly free, unbound, breathing heaven’s air, and the hand we are touching is God’s.