BEHOLD THE FOWLS OF THE AIR

On the way back from the clinic to pick up my medicine, God gave me a little treat.

It's still hot, so I'd decided NOT to take the scenic route home, to cut the shortest way home through the city just to get back to the air-conditioning. The only birds I'd see today would be those metal figurines of the birds on the bicycle hoops at that traffic light intersection, I figured. 

But when crossing the street, I heard a chirping I knew didn't come from inanimate objects. Besides, it was coming, from up to my right...

A real live sparrow was skipping around on the telephone pole, and seemed to be calling to me. Those birds usually run away if you look hard at them. But this one waited for me to grab my camera out of my bag and snap at it and then cry, "Rats! Forgot the memory card!"

So...I have no photo of my Heavenly Father's "blow-kiss"; this is what I could do in ballpoint.