In the cool of the house, peeking from behind the curtains, I saw her. With diligence, she prepared breakfast for her little one. He was hiding in the camellias, but I saw him. His feathers were downy soft, not yet formed. There were no tail feathers, meaning he couldn’t fly away if there was danger. Why was he out of the nest?

Walking outside to check the mail, I had to pass right by his hideaway. All the birds in the area got a tad bit jittery. They thought I was a threat to Baby Bird. Even though Baby was well hidden, many of the other birds were looking out for him. The male cardinal was especially ready to peck my head, if I got too close. They all stick together, well, like birds of a feather! LOL! 

The soon-to-be feast from Mama Bird was acorn meat. I watched her dig the small, round nut out of the heat scorched ground. The squirrels had planted them last fall, and she was reaping the harvest. She smashed the acorn several times with her beak, bringing the morsels of the meat to Baby Bird. He sat motionless, watching and waiting for her. When she landed, you could see Baby Bird’s joy in his wide open beak. Mama Bird gently placed the acorn meat in his mouth.

Manna. Sustenance. Nourishment. We are the birds needing food. Jesus is our bread of life, who feeds us.

Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” John 6:35 NASB