Families abound …

We have now an increase in our backyard population. The Wrens were the first to start their new family. Wriggles and Wraggles hatched three; Wilber, Wilamena, and Wiley. They have a permanent spot above our front door; it is protected by the porch and no poachers can spot them there. Wriggles and Wraggles are frequent nesters and when they leave, my husband puts up a sign by the nest that says Vacancy.

The McGillicuddy family had three this year; they have a permanent home in the hollow in the pecan tree across the street; from our front porch we can see Mr. McGillicuddy on his front porch smoking from his acorn pipe; it is the only solitude he ever finds from the ever-increasing lineage which is his.

Red, our white-bellied woodpecker has found Ruby as his mate; we thought he’d be a bachelor forever. Ruby gave Red a fluttery baby boy, Rusty. Red and Ruby are trying their best to teach Rusty that our feeder is a great place to find peanuts. Rusty would rather be fed than peck on his own just yet.

Carl and Cora, Clark and Cathy, Calhoun and Cassie, have all multiplied our Cardinal population; Carl still insists he is the most handsome of all the Cardinal males; with the intensity of his red feathers, it is an argument not worth having.

Terry and Teresa Titmouse are happy just the two of them; they are empty-nesters, and it is no wonder; they are terribly shy.

Don and Dora Dove have become increasingly territorial; as doves, they represent peace; Don and Dora didn’t get the memo.

Our Towhee family have not yet returned; I miss them; their, “Drink your tea,” trill is properly British; in the morning they admonish my coffee habit; maybe this summer I’ll try tea instead … maybe.

Nicholas and Nellie White-breasted Nuthatch I think, have one baby; I am not positive about this. I anxiously await the arrival of their cousins, the brown headed nuthatch; both are equally finely feathered. 

Hoover and Harriet are our chipmunk family. Hoover is so named as he sucks up seeds into his cheeks and they expand much like the bag on a Hoover vacuum cleaner. Hoover and Harriet had a huge brood right after Valentine’s Day. My husband was working under the deck where they reside, and they were jumping, skipping, and hopping all around him. They have since moved to a spot beside the pole of my clothesline; at the rate Hoover is running back and forth with seed, I am afraid they have another tunnel full!

Rudy, our rude ruby-throated hummingbird is back. So far this year, he has been less aggressive; he’s either matured, or it’s just early in the season; time will tell.

Phoebe is venturing closer and closer to our feeder this year. She definitely could take advantage of her early rising schedule; awakening us way before dawn, there would be plenty to fill her belly; if she’d ease up on the singing long enough to eat!

Our house finches are constant residents; Fred, Fiona, Frank, Frances, and the whole flying finches continue to increase and multiply. Frankly, they think the feeder is only theirs and they grudgingly allow all the other flying flock fleeting moments at the feeder!

It does seem I am obsessed with our flying, scampering critters; I am. They teach me so much about life. Rising early, they praise You, Lord, before any other activity is undertaken. Trilling, whistling, chirping combine into a symphony like no other. The morning findings are enough for all; relative harmony reigns. Filled and satisfied, they radiate, spread out into the neighborhood, going about their daily routines to return in the evening; again, plenty for all, and evening songs lull all who care to listen into peaceful sleep; thankful for another day of life; singing praises to You, Dear Lord, for the provisions, protection, and promises that are new every morning!

May I be aware of Your Presence in my life as are these precious little families. Upon rising, may I join in song, thanking You, our Heavenly Father, for sweet rest; praising You for the peace that reigns in this little part of Your World, and all that entails, be it air space, tunnel space, tree space, or ground space. Doing my part to continue the plans You have laid out for me each day, and accomplish them with joy in my heart and a song of thanksgiving on my lips. Returning for rest at day’s end; counting all my blessings note by note, song by song. Amen


Psalm 50:11  God’s Word Translation 
I know every bird in the mountains.
Everything that moves in the fields is mine.


Luke 12:6  New International Version
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.



His Eye Is On The Sparrow
Words by Civilla D. Martin, 1905
Music by Charles H. Gabriel, 1905


Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.


I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.


“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.




Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.







diverge or spread from or as if from a central point

3 thoughts on “Families abound …”

  1. Love this ! I remember George Beverly Shay with the Billy Graham crusade singing it over the years !

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  2. Mel, you can see me each morning on my deck, sipping my coffee, and actually talking to my critters. I spread some extra seeds out under the feeder today for Memorial Day. The McGillicuddys enjoyed the extra treat !!

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