I’ve been hearing the baby birds in the bushes and trees outside my window. When I stay up too late at night I can hear them crying out for their nourishment. In the hours of the morning when I’m still semi-comatose, yet beginning to awaken they are again peeping to be fed. At first it seemed like the oddest hours. Then I remembered both of my little chicks in their earliest days. It didn’t matter what our preconceptions were about time, sleep and hunger. When their bellies told them they were hungry, then it was time to eat.
I wonder how long it will take for mama and daddy to regulate their eating…Or are they demand feed parents and feed whenever the little peeps get loud? For now I am enjoying their subtle interruptions to my sleep. It reminds me that it’s warmer outside. The grass is turning greener with each rain shower. The buds are almost ready to bloom on the trees.
By the time spring’s glory turns into summer’s heat the little birdies will have learned how to feed themselves. As much as I am a proponent for the empty nest, as I’ve always said I cannot wait until Du and I are empty nesters, I am glad that God gives us a little bit more time with our young ones than mama and daddy bird get.
God, You grant us a glimpse at Your wonderful mysteries. Thank You for letting us experience them.