I have been telling my husband that I’ve seen this little bird perch up on one of the posts under our patio cover. I tried once before to get a photo, but it was night and the camera flash I had to use scared the bird away. That time, he was a little bitty ball of feathers, until I scared him and he stretched out and flew away. Long legs with longer still talons (albeit still small), skinny head and extra long beak in a stretched bit of feathers (browns and oranges) is all I saw then. I mean the long legs by comparison to his little body but still, they seemed extra long. And, it is somewhat of a reach to escape upwards and out while avoiding the patio ceiling at the same time.
Tonight, my husband got to see it and I managed to get some photos. See the little dark dot above the post near the corner of the patio cover? That’s him. It’s very hard to hold a camera still in the dark while the aperture adjusts but I managed it a bit.
Not very good photos but, I got a few. I have no idea what kind of little bird would perch like that, all by his lonesome at night. Kind of a sad thing, in a way. But, I wonder if it’s not his family I hear on top of the patio cover sometimes, for I hear a bit of scratching around up there during the day right above that spot. Who knows? And, I have wondered if this is really a bird.
Very grainy – but he’s in there, just this little bird, all by his lonesome, in the night. I can just barely see his beak in a blown up version of the photos. Sometime back, I had seen some wrens or sparrows checking out the posts on the other side of the patio, daytime inspection. I figured they’d make a nest behind the driftwood that stands in the other corner. Haven’t seen one yet. Well, I guess this spot is just a nice secure place to rest. At night. All by your lonesome. We didn’t scare him away tonight, and I’m glad of that. I just wonder about him, or her.
I’m so thankful for a house and home. Shelter in the storm. The things I enjoy and cherish with my family. Our new patio and cover. A place to sit in the shade, or in the evening or late at night. All kinds of things and moments of finding a little bird in the corner of the patio cover at night, even if he is all by his lonesome.
Look at the birds of the air,
that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not worth much more than they?
And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?
And why are you worried about clothing?
Observe how the lilies of the field grow;
they do not toil nor do they spin,
yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.
But if God so clothes the grass of the field,
which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace,
will He not much more clothe you?
You of little faith!
Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear for clothing?’
For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things;
for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness,
and all these things will be added to you.