To me, the garden is a doorway to other worlds; one of them,
of course, is the world of birds. The garden is their dinner table,bursting with bugs and worms and succulent berries.
~ Anne Raver ~
That little bird has chosen his shelter. Above it are the stars and the deep heaven of worlds. Yet he is rocking himself to sleep without caring for tomorrow's lodging, calmly clinging to his little twig, and leaving God to think for him.
~ Martin Luther~