This morning, I was sitting at the table eating my breakfast of English muffins, eggs and yogurt with Jesus, and I kept noticing a chirping noise. I’d take a bite of the English muffin and hear, “Tweet”. It was a cheerful sound and made me wonder what kind of bird it might be that was chirping in the middle of winter. Normally the bird sounds of winter around here don’t include such cheerful tweets. I wondered if spring was coming early and this sweet bird had become the first arrival, heralding that fact.
The chirp was happening fairly frequently, which made me wonder, “Was the bird OK? Why hadn’t it flown to another location by now?”
I wanted to figure out where, exactly, the chirp was coming from, so I could maybe find the bird and see what kind it was. Also, I had become curious to see what was going on. So I sat frozen–my hearing isn’t the greatest; I wanted to make as little noise as possible, including chewing my food. It had seemed that every chirp had come when I couldn’t hear it perfectly clear. I was eating or swallowing or sniffing–some other noise was interfering with my getting a good read on where the chirp was coming from.
I sat, and sat, and sat. Frozen. Even holding my breath at times.
Isn’t that always the way? It’s like they have a sixth sense that they are being discovered so they clam up and sit still until they feel like the coast is clear.
I ventured a bite of my English muffin–tentatively, still giving moments to sitting perfectly still and not completing the bite, hoping I’d hear the chirp again, but to no avail. Either the bird had finally flown away, or it was on to me.
I completed my bite and began to chew, continuing with my meal and bemoaning the fact that I had gotten curious too late in the game to find out what that bird was.
Seriously? Now that I was making noise again, the bird decides to start his chirping again? What are the odds!?
Then my brain did its own cause and effect analysis and posed the question: “Does the chirping only happen when I move?”
I leaned forward and backward in my chair to test that theory.
“Tweet. Tweet. Tweet.”
Oh for Pete’s sake! The chirp wasn’t coming from a bird at all! My chair was making the noise!
Nice one, Lord! You had me going! I love Your sense of humor! ❤