The baby swallows on my porch are growing fast on their diet of flies and mosquitoes. They are no longer just scrawny necks and wings. Now they perch on the edge of the nest looking like peach-colored feathered frogs with beaks.
Newsflash--I looked in the nest on Wednesday and there were five birds instead of four. I don't know where little Houdini had been hiding, but the nest is now VERY crowded. They are so like children jostling for first place in the lunch line as they wait for their parents to come and deliver.
One of the birds is a daredevil (there is one in every class). He stands precariously on the nest, spreading his wings in the faces of the others, and he looks like he is going to fly away or fall any minute. But when Mama comes, he pops back into the nest ready for his treat.
Father, you know that we sometimes perch precariously in perilous situations. Push us back and hide us under your wings warmed with your overwhelming love.
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