This one was taken from my own back yard. I sat and watched the father and mother birds bringing food to the nest inside a hollowed out part of the tree. Earlier in the spring I got to see them working to build the nest that is now filled with hungry babies. This picture is of the father who is carrying some red berries, just before going into the nest.
If I had to pick a favorite season I would have to choose spring. Each season is unique in it’s own way but there is something special about spring. The return of the birds and blossoming of flowers reminds me of the renewed hope that we have every day. Every day is a clean slate and we have a choice of what we are going to do with it.
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23