Summer 1989
Gods Backyard Symphony
Corinne Pollak

It was March 30th, the temperature was nearing 70 degrees, the sky was blue with puffy white clouds and the air had a sense of expectancy. For some time, I had not seen the flock of wild turkeys that had roamed our back yard. I hoped that soon my bluebirds would come to take their place. I felt the Lord would not disappoint me. Perhaps today would be the day, as a symphony was beginning to form in our yard.

A flock of morning doves offered the violin section to our backyard symphony, as they enjoyed the birdseed that had fallen from the feeder to the ground. They were beautiful. When the snow had melted away, I saw that the unseen moles had left mounds of earth, every five or six inches, making the yard look like the bed of an abandoned railway. We will imagine that these little fellows would offer the soothing music of the woodwinds.

The chickadees' melody proffered the flute section as they bounced about the feeder and then in seconds, would dart up and down to a nearby tree. A pair of blue jays that had been with us all Winter, took their turn at filling up on the sunflower seeds that still remained in the feeder. Theirs was the melody of a trumpet. Oh, the beauty and sound of God's creatures stirs my very being.

The rhythm of a flock of red-winged blackbirds as they flew overhead was quieted by a few un-identified birds perched in the scotch pine, waiting for heir turn at the feeder. Two nuthatches joined the burst of activity and supplied the music of a piano. Can you hear the music? Listen? It is God talking to us.

The bass was added as of my old friend, the woodchuck arrived on the scene, interrupted by the distant drum roll of a soaring jet, its sound now added to the symphony. This old woodchuck has grown bigger each year and at one time last year, I thought, shared his hole with a rabbit.

Then it happened, I hardly could believe my eyes. Could it be? It sure was, my bluebirds were back. The healthy, colorful male was perched right on the peak of the bird feeder. I ran to get the binoculars. By the time I returned, he had flown to the same bird house on the corner fence post that he and his mate had occupied last year. The whole scene was quite visible from our dining room window.

Soon, he was joined by his muted mate. As I anxiously watched, both of the bluebirds went in and out the bird house, which we had carefully cleaned and rehung for their arrival. In between, they feasted on the abundance of insects, that were flitting about. It looked like they would take occupancy again, with the building of a nest soon to begin. Even the honey bees were out for the homecoming. Their music added the flutes to the symphony.

As all this happened, Bucky and Luke, our son, Andy's hunting dogs noticed the activity too. They jumped up and down, barking their welcome as the music of the saxophones. Mr. and Mrs. Robin, along with a few friends, stopped by also. Their Spring song harmonizing with the rest of the backyard symphony.

The air was fresh and clean. The aromas of the earth coupled with the Spring breeze seemed to add another dimension to the Lord's backyard Spring Symphony. This beautiful scene of His creation in action lifted my heart with joy as I praised the Lord for His blessings.

Some time later, I carefully looked into the bluebird house. I found that four little birds had hatched. They had their mouths wide open seeking for insects that Mom and Dad supplied as rapidly as they could.

This reminded me of the faithfulness of the Lord in meeting our needs and supplying us with the necessary needs in our lives as we trust Him and walk the walk of faith.

Each day He sends another gift for me to enjoy. A hummingbird or woodpecker, or perhaps a tiny pansy bud. So often we become so busy that we miss the beauty of all that the Lord has provided for us to enjoy.

Are you watching for your blessings today?