Photo Credit: Sinclair Oldfield Photography (used with permission)
There is something about watching the birds that causes my heart to well with songs of praise to their Creator - the Master Artist, who designed their beauty and form in every intricate and perfect detail.
I noticed the pale-headed rosellas starting to visit my parents little suburban home when I was in high school. Just starting to form a faith of my own, discovering the realities of our Creator, it was as if my eyes were being opened for the first time to the beauty and complexity of the world around me. To notice the magic of early morning dew shimmering on the tender new shoots in my mother's flower garden, the intricate veins and innumerable colours contained within each perfectly formed leaf... and especially, the beauty of the birds.
The pale-headed rosellas started to visit my parents little suburban home when I was in high school. Whenever dad and I would hear their familiar call, we would collect each other as we ran to the back of the house and watch them from the bathroom window. Always in pairs, we would watch these gentle creatures, their graceful beauty in their slow, deliberate movements and stunning soft palette of cream, azure, teal and lavender, chatting to each other as they perched happily on top of the old hills hoist. I remember being captivated by these beautiful birds - how swiftly they could lift their graceful bodies into the sky, darting and weaving with the currents of the wind. How soft and delicate they seemed. How beautifully their feathers - pure cream mixed with every colour of blue and purple - stood out against the greens in my mother's garden. How in awe I was of the One who designed their form to move with such precision through the air, who shaped every feather, who thought up the unique sound of their call.
There is something about watching the birds that causes my heart to well with songs of praise to their Creator - a reminder of those tender years, when my eyes were opened to the beauty of the world around me. A reminder of the reality of this incredible God who designed it all - and holds it all in His hands. A reminder to stop and give glory to the their Creator - their Creator, and mine.
- Subject Matter: Birdlife
- Collections: Treasures of the Great South Land