There is a great joy in this bitter cold. It plays outside our windows here at Fair Haven. At first light, I can see the Herons grouped just offshore. Next, the tiny birds puffed to the size of an egg, feeding on the seed we spread on our porch. The light brightens, and the Seagulls begin to fill the skies beyond, hurriedly flapping back and forth, searching for breakfast. Then comes the Geese, they glide just offshore, some dousing themselves up and down in the frigid Tennessee. Last are the Pelicans, not yet showing themselves but will soon float atop the river and through our lives. And the great joy?
“All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.” to stay warm when it is 9°.
For a better explanation see Psalms 104
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| The dousing Geese |
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