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Bird Feed Under My Window

Since childhood I was always fascinated with nature Curious to know how plants grow Always intrigued by the ingenuity of ants And mesmerized by the coordination And spectacular tactics of birds. Birds come in different colors and species They symbolize many conditions and have various Significance and meaning in different cultures. You have the nightingale and the humming birds And the whippoorwill is perhaps the most cunning of all species because it can camouflage itself. Even though you can hear its distinctive sound It's difficult to be identified. I used to listen to them singing in nature singing melodious tune, tunes that span beyond Centuries, tunes reminding us that life is still divine. I love to watch them soaring in the sky flying from north to east, south to west Until nature bids them to take their rest. Birds embrace freedom and they hold the power of truth they are unique messengers so the next time you see one land on your doorstep just figure out if it is genuinely from nature who send it, and what it is trying to say before you angrily chase it away. Birds have wit and might, they are powerful communication tools, they earn their keep from nature and that’s how they stay alive like the cows and the sheep they can see way out in the deep. Something peculiar has been happening in nature I have been observing something unusual from the sky While walking down the street the sun burst from underneath a dark, cold overcast sky and spread its light over me then suddenly disappeared. Each time I take a stroll an army of birds appear from nowhere and split up into different directions, they form groups of six, seven and eight, three, four, two, one and groups of twelve. Sometimes they are so many that I can hardly count them. It didn't seem as if they were on a journey, it appeared as if They were caged up somewhere and were suddenly released into the atmosphere. My curiosity grew deeper when I pounced upon a man attracting the birds with feed laced with corn grain and black sunflower seeds. This was quite unusual because no one in the entire neighborhood feed birds I could read right into this mysterious cultural behavior not only was he making a statement, he was marking something by placing the bowl of feed in front of the house under my window and luring the birds to fly from all directions to feed from the bowl. They say that black birds are symbol of human soul and they symbolize happiness, intelligence and wisdom; they also have deep religious meaning. Always remember that everything we do evil always hinges close by good to make things seem inconspicuous. Legend has it to say that the devil appeared to St. Benedict in the form of a black bird to tempt him. Long time ago my kindergarten teacher used to teach me this poem by mother goose, “Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in the counting-house counting out his money, the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey, the maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes. Along came a blackbird and snipped off her nose.” Birds are free habitats of nature they do not earn their keep from artificial feed but from natural food in the environment. So the next time you see a bowl of bird feed laced with black sun flower seed and corn do not take it for granted something is deeper than bird feed. ©2015 Christine Phillips

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Date: 2/23/2015 12:47:00 PM
Hey Christine, this is an intriguing monologue and a great tribute to a beautiful species. The imagery and depth of information is no less than impressive and also the subtle danger to look out for. You are so right evil does always hinge close to good. Thank you for sharing this. Be Blessed, Neva
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