Sitting listening to my little bird singing today set me thinking -
How did he learn to sing?
What makes him want to sing?
He`s got no parent bird here to teach him
There`s no other bird to copy from or to sing to.
And watching him comb his feathers,
the different types of feathers on one bird,
some soft and down like, others strong and straight,
How did he learn to preen them?
It must be instinct.
The wonder of nature.
It made me think of my favourite bible passage Matthew 6: 25-30