Hop, Hop, Hop

Once I saw a little bird
Go hop, hop, hop,
So I said: – little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?

Then I was going to the window
To say “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
And away he flew!
(Nursery Rhyme)

I spent many a wonderful moment this morning watching a group of robins hopping about in our late winter yard. Their deep rich orange breasts moved up and down, as their tiny feet propelled them through the short yellowed winter grass.

One would hop a few feet, look about, and then his mate would follow shortly behind him. No flying at all from any of them, just hopping, looking, and hopefully, eating something.

It seemed a good sign to me, that indeed, spring is on its way.

“He rocks in the treetops all day long, hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song

All the little birds on Jaybird Street love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin’ robin (tweet-tweet-tweet), rockin’ robin (tweet-tweedilly-tweet)

Go rockin’ robin ’cause we’re really gonna rock tonight.” – Jimmie Thomas

Hop on, little robins, hop on. 🙂 Love, Lisa

Time for Me to Fly

Anguilla, 2013
Dune Preserve, Anguilla, 2013
Happy warm bird relaxing in the Bahamas, Ed Lyons photo

I am thinking about birds this morning. They migrate for two reasons….to escape cold weather and to find food. Both of these sound great to me. 🙂 They are born with an amazing God-given instinct to know where to fly, how to get there, how to protect themselves. They also do not have to worry about COVID19, or taking PCR tests to travel, or quarantining. 🙂

And as we await yet another winter storm of snow and ice here in Virginia, I am wishing to be a bird! 🙂 I think I would soar right down to Anguilla in the Caribbean, and stay until April.

Also, I am praying for any of you who might be out of power and heat right now. Praying for quick restoration of power and protection for all of you.

In the meantime, I will be doing a lot of imaginary time traveling over here. Feel free to join me.

Love, Lisa

Surrender Things

 

hummingbird

I noticed something this morning.  The dear hummingbirds, which we adore and feed and watch daily, do not share well.  There has been major fighting and buzz-by dive bombing, bird bullying, and intimidation tactics this morning over the newly filled feeder.  As always, God uses his creation to show me things in myself.  When I am worried about me, about what I get, about what I deserve, things turn ugly.  I become filled with anxiety, anger, entitlement, and arguments.

If the dear little birds just realized that we will continue to fill this feeder faithfully for them, that there is plenty for all, that the sugar water will keep on coming…..they could surrender and drink and be filled.  Peace.

That is what I need also.  Surrender control.  Trust without knowing.  Peace that passes understanding.

“”Cast your cares on the Lord, and He will sustain you.”  – Psalm 55:22

Love, Lisa

Musings on a Bird

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To sing in the morning

To fly with my wings

To land where I wish

And see wonderful things

But to shiver in the damp

And to search for my food

To lose my home in the gusts

And my child in the wood

Better to think of the things that I’ve got

Than to yearn for the things that I’ve not

c2016 Lisa Lyons