Friday, July 18, 2014

Baby Baltimore Oriole

The other day we heard a loud bang on the patio door and new a bird must of flown into it.
When Bob went to check there was a baby Oreo sitting a ways from the door looking very dazed.
We watched it for a bit and things weren't looking to good,  the little bird was starting to tip over so Bob went out to see if he could do anything for it.  He carefully picked the little bird up.

The bird just sat in his hands and kind of settled in like it was in the nest.

 The little Oreo didn't seem to be at all afraid.  It was so neat being able to be this close to the little bird.

 I got a box and put some grass into it so we would have a place to put the little guy so we could keep and eye on it.  It was so funny it would not get off the glove.  We new that he was doing better when Bob would take the other gloved hand and try to get it to move it would peck at it.  It was like the hand he was sitting on was safe, the other one not so sure about it.

That little fellow was not getting off that glove, so Bob carefully pulled his hand out and let him have the glove.  Happy to report all ended well, the little Oreo left his glove and the box!

This is the first summer that we have had Baltimore Orioles stay around.  Usually they show up in the spring for a few days and then leave.  This year I got some grape jelly out right away.  I love to watch them at the feeders they are so bright and pretty.   Glad this little fellow made it, hope he stays away from our patio door!

  Watching this little bird made me think of the song..

His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

What a blessing to know that we have a loving God who watches over us.

  But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.


Matthew 10:30,31

1 comment:

Pam Phelps said...

Oh my goodness; this is so precious Cheryl. He just melts my heart. I'm so glad you got pictures of him and could share them. Do you feed Orioles grape jelly? I hadn't heard of that… how do you do it?
That song you posted is one of my very favorites; have you heard "Selah" sing it? Their version is my favorite. Thanks for the little bird… love him.
Blessings, Pam

P.S. I'm so glad you liked the dessert.