The dawn chorus. We’ve all been awake around dawn I expect as one single chirrup or whistle is joined by tens then hundreds of other birds. They start our day by reminding us, by example, pay homage to The Creator for another day.
The next is my friend, a hen blackbird, often first thing I give her dried mealworms and she looks surprised, she seems to find it difficult to understand why I’d throw away my best food. It makes me see how my actions are often misunderstood and how my deeds may be deemed dumb by others.
I’m grateful for my critics, my teachers, the dialectic process which leads to better understanding, humility and the realisation of my ineptitude. Why the good God made me I don’t know.
