Should guilty seek asylum here,
Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin.
Should a sinner make his way to this mansion,
All his past sins are to be washed away.
The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs;
And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes.
In this world this edifice has been made;
To display thereby the creator's glory

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Baby Birds

On the front porch there is a nest of baby birds just learning to fly. I got a chance to take some pictures today. There were three birds in the nest when I set up the stool and started to get on it, but as soon as I was up where they could see me, two of them flew away. The third cowered as low and flat as it could while I took some pictures. I got quite a few before someone came out and made just enough more noise to scare it into flying away also.

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