Ramblings of a bird lover

Where I live now, I have a balcony - where I can do one of the things I love, feed the birds. I could sit for hours, watching them. Each has it own little details, each similar yet different in size, coloring, habits. There are some that are very strong, some weakened by an injury or illness. Each one finding a space, each allowing the others a space. As they come to feed, some sit quietly waiting their turn and then sharing what they find, others are more aggressive, fighting to gain a spot on the perch. The Morning Doves are content to walk along the floor, picikng up bits of seed that those above them have dropped or scattered in their zest to eat, then they are off to sing their lovely song. Often times the ill or injured birds are fed endearingly by another. Each has their own way, each helping the others in a unique way.

I am always struck by the fact I do not know how they are aware the food is there, they just know. I know that some places are obvious like the grass and such, and perhaps they rely on the knowledge that there is always food on that balcony.

Are we not like the birds, similar yet differet, all unique shapes and sizes, colors and habits? We seek out "food" and somehow know where to find it. Faith is our food - we struggle to find it, some sitting quietly, waiting for our time, sharing quietly, some aggressively, fighting for each bit, others quietly feasting on what has been scattered by others - not wasting a morsel.