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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Listening when He Calls

This morning, God spoke. . . And she listened. A complete surprise to me, as I never knew they were there --- this little family of wrens. Mom and dad were so artful and sneaky in their comings and goings from that tiny nest that I never found it. But there it is, deep within the honeysuckle growing on the fence, all secure in the tangles and twining of the vines, umbrella of tender, new leaves covering overhead.

But today was marked as the designated day to move, and so began the ruckus, the patient but persistent calling, and of course, the cries that spoke loudly of “I can’t do it!”

It started early, at the first hint of sunrise. I heard the noise and thought maybe a cat had found the nest. But there was Mom and Dad Wren, sitting on a branch a few feet away, calling and calling and calling. . . . .
And little ones standing on top of the honeysuckle, arguing back.

Every year, it’s the same story, the same argument, the same journey to the woods -- and every year, I hold my breath. The whole ruckus attracts preditors and they seem so vulnerable in these few moments. It’s their first flight, and that doesn’t always go so well. They don’t go high or with much speed, and they don’t go far before falling beak first into the sandy ground. So I watch . . . And hold my breath. . . And leave Buster inside.

The whole ordeal attracts an audience, it seems. The cardinals are singing away, cheering them on, and the fly-catchers sounds like a band of policemen blowing their whistles as they keep unwanted traffic away from the parade path of little wrens. So, for just a few moments, God looks down and smiles, for all is good!

Momma wren is persistant and does not take NO for an answer. The first one jumps, flaps like crazy, but lands only a few feet from the fence and starts crying like crazy. Nothing to fear, as mom and dad are down there within seconds. They nudge this fearful fledgling until he’s up again, this time a few feet higher and and few yards further. . . . And down again. . . Face in the sand.
I smile, as I’ve been there ----face down in the sand. Parents fly past the downed, shame-faced little guy and land on a tree branch and begin again --calling and calling and calling. Little one is so distressed, flapping wings with high-pitched cries of terror, and I just want to pick him up and run him to the woods. . . But I let him be. And. . . YES! He’s up again,
And makes it to the tree.

Meanwhile, wee ones 2 and 3 feel abandoned and make the jump, land on their face, and the process begins again until the 5 of them are on the branch of the tree. Believe me, these little ones were NOT happy campers. They were in a strange place, being made to do things they had never done, and were now hungry and tired with no food and no nest. Mom sensed the hunger part, flew straight to the feeder, grabbed the first thing she could and stuffed it down their throats. And just as they settled down. . . It began again.
Mom and Dad flew to the next tree and began calling. I wondered how far they had to go with all this and how long it would take. But within an hour, the last little one had made it to the edge of the woods, and all was silent. I wondered. . . Are they now on their own? All alone? I looked for them all day long, listened for their song, but heard nothing. But somehow I knew all was well, the cycle of wren life was going on, and Mom and Dad would be back to begin the whole process again before long.

And so my day begins. I pick myself up out of the sand, brush myself off, and flap my wings. . . . Again. Perhaps today I’ll fly and soar in the winds without falling flat on my beak!

Psalm 8:3-4
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
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9 comments:

Megan @ Here to Find Him said...

That is so beautiful! I found you through OYHT Link Up and I am so happy that I have! This was one of the most touching posts I've ever read :)

Blessings to you!

Debra said...

Beautiful, Cora!

Denise said...

Very touching post.

Andrea Dawn said...

Cora, this is just beautiful! I love the way your write. and the pictures are so cute.

Vicky said...

Beautiful reflections today! Those wrens are just precious and you told that story so well :) I too found myself cheering from the sidelines while wanting to jump in and help too!

Tiffany said...

This made me smile - we rarely want to leave our comfort zone do we? But we must - we must be brave and trust Him as we go - always praying for ears to hear Him!

Thank you again for visiting my blog!

xoTiffany

dsblanchard said...

Dear Cora,

This takes me back to last spring with my robins. Wrens are so teeny tiny when they are new that it is no wonder you only noticed them when they were the size of hatched robins! Your telling of your discovery had me there with you this morning. Oh, how I wish that had been so, but this vicarious "look see" will have to do.

You have the empathy of a mother wren, dear woman.

Hugs,
Dawn

Nacole said...

oooh, Cora, the way you wrote about this really made me want to be there so badly. how do i find such things so i can show my children and hopefully we can take part in such beauty?

beautiful writing!

Lea said...

What beautiful pictures you took Cora of these sweet little wrens and I love the verse you shared at the end as well.
Dusting myself off a little today.
And flapping my wings.