This happened in my back yard. It was late summer and extremely hot. We had the prettiest bluebird pair that you have ever seen, and they had four little bluebirds that had hatched and were doing great. It was indeed a perfect time. Plenty of food, fresh water every day in the birdbath. There were cardinals, chickadees, titmice, blue jays, etc. that ate at the bird feeders at the edge of the property. The bluebirds had already taught the squirrels to go around and not cut across the yard close to their bluebird box.
Then it happened, a fatal day in August, a hawk swooped down on the mother bluebird and killed her and took her off. There is still a week and a half before the little four will fledge!
Daddy Bluebird went into overdrive. He was back and forth with food! He didn't stop! His feathers were ruffled and he was tired by the third day and it looked like his dedication was going to do him in. So, I thought, he needs help and he needs help now. So, I started digging worms for him, but the first time I put them down, three-fourths of them got away. What could I do? Cut them in thirds, that would slow them down and make it easier for him to get them and feed his little ones.
Digging became a chore so I started buying fishing worms and cutting them up and feeding at the same time each day. It got to the place that he would be waiting for me. He started looking better and the little ones did great.
The great day arrived for the little ones to fly! The first three did great but that fourth one came out of the nest and onto the ground and could not get off the ground. So, thinking I could still be helpful, I got a board and let him jump up on it and held it up so he could get in a tree. Now, Daddy Bluebird did not like this at all. He made the little fellow get back on the ground and told me in his own way to mind my own business, that I was in the way. Finally the little fellow managed to get in the tree on his own and that was all right with Papa Bluebird.
On a warm day in September, I looked out in my back yard and saw a whole flock of bluebirds. It was as if Daddy Bluebird had been telling the story everywhere and they all came to see. They were all around that hard spot on the ground where I had put the worms. It seemed that he was telling them, it was here on this hard, hard ground that the worms would appear every day and at the same time. It was a miracle!
Life is good where we live. And it is always good when we live in the sheltering arm of God. God tells us to trust Him and not to be afraid. Luke 12:6-7: "Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows."
As I took care of a little bluebird that needed extra food for his brood, God takes care of me and He will take care of you. We serve a mighty God! We will be able to bring our friends to that "hard spot on the ground" and say to them, here, right here is where God did a miracle for me!
"Psalm 57:1: "Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trustest in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast."
Psalm 17:8: "Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings."
Psalm 63:7: "Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice."
Psalm 91:4: "He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler."
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