There is a down side to keeping your windows too clean-it takes it's toll on the bird population. One side of our home is a wall of large windows and although I am thankful for the view and the beauty I see everywhere I turn, I do mourn the fact that our house has been the cause of death for many of my avian friends.
The summer kamikaze flights are so frequent in number that two of our three cats can identify the sound of a bird body hitting glass from any point in the house. Our third cat, a little on the elderly and prissy side, could care less about what happens oudoors unless it involves food (and I mean human grade, expensive food from a can).
My response to the "kerplunk" sound is to run downstairs and see if I can nurse any gross beaks or chickadees back to consciousness. There is immense joy in seeing them recover and fly away.
The summer kamikaze flights are so frequent in number that two of our three cats can identify the sound of a bird body hitting glass from any point in the house. Our third cat, a little on the elderly and prissy side, could care less about what happens oudoors unless it involves food (and I mean human grade, expensive food from a can).
My response to the "kerplunk" sound is to run downstairs and see if I can nurse any gross beaks or chickadees back to consciousness. There is immense joy in seeing them recover and fly away.
Our little Siamese mix, Jasmine, beats me to the sliding glass doors every time. Her nose twitches, tail whips and every muscle in her lithe body vibrates with the instinct of a hunter. I choose not to assume that she stands at the screen staring with laser-like intensity at the wounded birds because she is, as my husband says, "on death watch". No, this is a house that loves and serves the Lord. I have decided that Jasmine stands at the screen in an attitude of focused prayer for her little feathered friends. Her fervent feline supplications are chirped to the God who cares about the sparrows (and the chickadees and the gross beaks).
Now when the dreaded "kerplunk" is heard on the glass and Jasmine races down the stairs, I tell her to "pray hard" until I can get there and offer my avian medical services.
What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. (Matthew 10:29 NLT)
Now when the dreaded "kerplunk" is heard on the glass and Jasmine races down the stairs, I tell her to "pray hard" until I can get there and offer my avian medical services.
What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. (Matthew 10:29 NLT)
