It looks like I may have some resident woodpeckers in my yard. They are certainly welcome here; my house and garage are sided with aluminum, so unless they want a sore beak, they will hopefully stick with the trees.
I really do find them fascinating. I’ve put out one of those hanging cages with the suet they like. It’s positioned on a garden shepherd’s crook in the back yard so I can enjoy observing their feast. This morning, one little guy swooped in for breakfast, but just took his time trying to balance on the shepherd’s crook instead of digging in on the goodies in the cage.
He kind of slipped around here and there, knowing that food was within reach but not going for it. The metal crook really isn’t made for him to stand on anyway; his kind are more vertically positioned, so the cage was created with him in mind. I was disappointed because he’s truly beautiful and I wanted to see him eat the food I had put out just for him.
So what was the problem with this bird-brained woodpecker…??
I wonder also at my obtuseness at the food God so abundantly puts out for me. It’s made especially for me, and for some reason—rather by intimidation or ignorance (probably both)—I choose to perch on the slippery metal stand rather than dig in.
Ignorance because I don’t give myself to knowing the food is there…
“ ‘If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me. I will be found by you,’ says the Lord.”
…and intimidation because I don’t think I can obtain it…
“Jesus replied, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry again. Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.’ ”
…even though I was created to eat this food in this way. And He delights to both provide it and to watch me gorge myself on it. On Him.
I don’t want to go hungry by being a bird-brain.
Jeremiah 29:13,14; John 6:35 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.