Catholic Birder

Birds have had my attention for over 30 years. God for just a few. Before birds were a passion. Now they are a confirmation. Saint Francis of Assisi, patron of birds, pray for us.

November 10, 2005

Birding with God - 1

Well since this is the major theme of my blog I decided to do a search to see if anyone else out there is birding and blogging with an eye to the sky and a heart towards God. Here are a few fun loving worshipers I've come across:

Kim describes her growing life list, complete with prayers for future sightings, at My Birding Ventures.

"So I am hoping and praying that I will get to see the Golden Eagle my first winter living here in Texas. Well, GOD is a wonderful GOD He answered my prayers and He let me see the Golden Eagle on Monday, October 17, 2005."

Courtney at L'chaim ends her adventure of five 19 and 20-year-olds on a birding trip sharing one binocular, on the highest of notes.

"So the evening was a success after all. We didn’t do much birding, but we had a great time being together in God’s creation. Life is good."

BJ Hollars compares birding to religion in his Story A Day of an ivory-billed quest.

But Eddie knew better than to give up on a bird that the world had already turned its back on once. He sat at the edge of his bed one night and prayed to God that he would be the one to spot her, and that if he did, then all of his past unanswered prayers would be forgotten about and the score would return to zero. God owed him nothing, but Eddie was under the impression that He did. A bird, at least.

Religion, like birding, takes time and unrelenting patience. The long-billed woodpecker should have died with the dodo, and in fact, many ornithologists believed that the extinction of one could have perpetuated the extinction of the other. Scientists of the 1940’s spent their time buried in New Mexican bunkers, on the Manhattan Project, and the birds of the world lost the notoriety they once held. Renegade scientists refused work in the field of destruction and instead, searched the bayous, praying to find unhatched eggs which they could nurture, playing surrogate mother to the last of a species.


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My little sisters, the birds, much bounden are ye unto God, your Creator, and always in every place ought ye to praise Him, for that He hath given you liberty to fly about everywhere, and hath also given you double and triple rainment; moreover He preserved your seed in the ark of Noah, that your race might not perish out of the world; still more are ye beholden to Him for the element of the air which He hath appointed for you; beyond all this, ye sow not, neither do you reap; and God feedeth you, and giveth you the streams and fountains for your drink; the mountains and valleys for your refuge and the high trees whereon to make your nests; and because ye know not how to spin or sow, God clotheth you, you and your children; wherefore your Creator loveth you much, seeing that He hath bestowed on you so many benefits; and therefore, my little sisters, beware of the sin of ingratitude, and study always to give praises unto God. Saint Francis of Assisi - c 1220

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