Birds of a feather flock together

Today is so beautiful in our ‘neck of the woods’ that one would hardly realize that we have been having a harsh winter. During the past few weeks our ‘fine feathered friends’ have been on the lookout for any place to find food and water. We have bird feeders hanging from the roof of the carport at the rear of our home. We have spotted some unusual varieties of birds in the past couple of weeks with which we were unfamiliar, so Rhonda and I took to the Internet to identify them. The first one was a fashionably clad male with a purple tuft on his head and black and brown stripes on his back. He turned out to be an American Kestrel, a small breed of Falcon. What a beauty! Then the other day as I was leaving to visit a club in another city, at the top of the hill, leaving our subdivision, I spied a gorgeous large red-necked hawk in a tree by a pond across the highway at the base of the mountain.

“Birds of a feather flock together” is a saying that has been with us since the mid-seventeenth century, and may be found on page 61 of Most Comprehensive Origins of Cliches, Proverbs, and Figurative Expressions. Find it on Amazon worldwide. Multitudes have already

But this was true in a literal sense long before it was used metaphorically. And I have been fascinated with birds since childhood. Nature is a beautiful reminder of the presence of the Deity all about us!