The perfect concert of the nightingale of the walls

Tuesday, 21 March 2023

I know all the birds of the mountains and everything that moves in the fields belongs to me. Psalm 50.11

The perfect concert of the nightingale of the walls

Several years ago, our barn housed a nest of redstarts. We know the feverish and tireless activity of the parents feeding their chicks before they take off as adults. The regularity, the precision of the flights and the chirping of all these hungry little ones charmed me every morning a few steps from our kitchen.

In this second period of confinement (spring 2021), I find a redstart again every morning – probably one of the parents or one of the young of the old brood – with its generous, free and joyful concert for my delighted ears. My presence doesn't seem to bother him. It is also called "nightingale of the walls", a happy and justified title for this morning companion !

If my songs cannot compete with this bird, my touched heart fills with happiness against it. Like the psalmist, my soul offers thanksgiving as a sacrifice and I want to glorify my creator before these renewed little marvels. Life is not gloomy then, despite the incessant flow of alarmist information about this unforeseen period.

Bernard Fourmont

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Proposed reading : Book of Genesis, chapter 2, verses 1 to 3.

2.1 Thus were finished the heaven and the earth, and all their host.

2.2 On the seventh day God had finished all the work he had done; on the seventh day he rested from all the work he had done.

2.3 God blessed the seventh day and made it a holy day, for on that day God rested from all the work he had done in creating.

Source (Live Today)