DAY 2 BIRDS IN THE STORM

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.

And sweetest in the rain is heard
and wild must be the storm
that could abash the little birds
that kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the coldest night
and on the strongest sea
yet never in extremity
it asked a crumb of me.

We arrived home from church to find a queue of hungry birds attacking the bird feeder and a pear Frank had put out for them outside our study door.  Can you count how many birds there are in this photo?  At least 6 hungry noisy little critters. Some getting stuck into the seed and others patiently waiting!

On a very cold, rainy, blustery winter's day, they are all very hungry & seem totally oblivious of the weather - but then God has provided them with the right kind of raincoats - & for these 6 and the other regular visitors who join in the feeding frenzy, not one of them will drop to the ground without the knowledge of our Heavenly Father.