The Tiniest Ones Sing the Sweetest Songs

Every day around 11:00am I walk out to the little park that's here in the business campus where I work.

As I sit on a bench and do my reading I often hear a new song that I've never heard before.

Since we're located right next to the stadium in Mission Valley, that really means we're right next to the San Diego River, which evidently is a vacation spot for traveling birds.

The song of a sparrow is pretty enough for me.  Yet these other birds sing some AMAZING songs.

They're all different.

One that I thought was funny sounded like a baby making a fizzing little "raspberry" sound.  That was different!

Most of the songs I've heard just last a few seconds, then there's a pause, then a repeat.

The other day, however, I heard a continuous song that just stopped me in my tracks as I walked to my bench.  Turning to my left, I followed the sound, which was coming from the south.

I didn't see who was singing, but when I passed this bare tree, it was evident that I was about to pass by.  The song was somewhere in the tree.

Then suddenly, there he was!  Very small, very tiny, very yellow (!) and sitting down low in the tree, very easy to see.

He didn't seem to mind my presence, in fact, perhaps he stepped it up a notch!

I could see the feathery front of his little throat popping in and out as he just BELTED out his continuously varied tune.

It was really, really beautiful.

It gave me the feeling of wanting to clap that little guy on the shoulder and say "WELL DONE little man!  WELL DONE!"

Of course that wouldn't really be appropriate.  It would analogous to hearing a beautiful new song as the ringtone on someone's phone, and then going and praising them and hugging them and congratulating them for the music.   It's just their ringtone!  True praise would belong to the artist who wrote and recorded that song.

So, of course, it's Jehovah I need to praise for that little yellow songbird's melodious singing.

Which I did and continue to do when I'm amazed by these tiny singers.

Wendy later assured me that telling Jehovah how good the music is would be the correct thing to do.

She added,

"Then Jehovah will tell the birdie!"