Birds of a feather

     My favorite bird is the Morning dove. With his sweet coo, coo, coo. He sounds so melancholy yet so peaceful. I understand that it is his mating sound and the coo's make it seem as if he's so lonely and he needs a mate to share his Joy of Life. 

     I think God's creation of birds is one of His most greatest and most spectacular accomplishments. All of the colors and sounds and varieties, are magnificence in itself. Every State, every Country has its own special kind of birds. Hundreds upon hundreds of different species to show the glory of God's power. Each with his own special sound and purpose. Migrating and flying as high as the sky in the splendor of their freedom. 

     Planes were constructed to their physique and people gather to see their grandeur in the air as they pass over at the appropriate Season. The heavens must be glorious with all of the colors of the feathers that fill it and the sounds of their songs must be indeed also as glorious. 

     Birds of a feather surely do flock together and this is so true as we see the little families in their nests in the trees. Babies chirping for something to eat, waiting for their  mama. Those sweet mamas sitting patiently on her eggs as she awaits for that sound of a cracking of  that first born to make its entrance. Providing the Earth's delicacies, she carefully dangles it in front of their little beaks. Guarding closely against any foes that tried to snatch her precious flock. God is the same way. His watchful eye is always upon us. Ready to guard us from all of our foes and providing us with nourishment with the angels food of the Sacred Host at Holy Mass. Nourishing us with His grace and protection.

     Let the birds of the air fill our hearts with joy and peace of a God who took the time to intricately created another awesome sight for our ears and hearts to behold. 

      Sing to me my sweet Morning Dove. I'm listening.