The sparrows have come back to my bushes out front. At my backyard bird feeder, eight sputsies were feeding. One of them was quite fat (a pregnant sparrow?!) Anyway, the Lord blesses us with the enjoyment of watching his little creatures in the wild.
Years ago my father, WW2 pilot, and an avid sportsman, went on a silent retreat during Lent. At the end of the weekend, during a long cold winter, the priest asked my father what he got most out of the weekend retreat.My father without hesitation said, "I saw my first flock of geese returning to begin the spring migration."
The priest told my father he didn't think he prayed as hard as he should have.
My father said, "No... my prayers were answered!"
Amen to that!