The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning, but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life.
The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun, and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. (paragraph breaks added)
Source: Orthodoxy, GK Chesterton
Same thing with grey jays, sometimes known as whiskeyjacks. Which I think is an English corruption of Ouisakedjak in Ojibwa (not sure of either the spelling or the etymology) who was considered a mischievous, trouble-making spirit. Fits, doesn’t it?
Jim T
Jim – Yes, it does. Jays are too smart by half. Here’s a link to one take on the etymology (and spelling . . .).
I’ve never seen a red-winged blackbird do that, neat!
At Mud Lake some of the downy woodpeckers have learned from the chickadees and nuthatches there are good pickin’s in people’s hands. Also Mud Lake’s wild turkey last year would hand feed, but his table manners were atrocious and I quickly learned to just drop the seeds on the ground.
Only seen in a (undoctored) photo; a local well known birder with a cardinal sitting on his hand.
Then there are the select Florida sandhill cranes who will eat from an open hand….
Jim R – A cardinal? Where do I sign up for that? Ours take off when I move behind the living room window. As for sandhill cranes eating from an outstretched hand, I’ve seen that, too, also at the Reifel sanctuary. One just pecked (ouch!); the other turned its bill sideways and somehow hoovered up the bird seed.
Delightful!
Laurna – Yes, they were. Next time, I’ll take my own sunflower seeds.