My title is taken from Matthew 6 which is part of what is commonly called "the sermon on the mount." This passage encourages the abandonment of worry since our lives are more than food, drink, or what we will wear.
I must admit not worrying is difficult for me. Worry was a family virtue. Mrs. Metal Dad says I handle big stuff all right but little things are what drive me crazy. She is right. Nuclear war, zombie apocalypse, collapse of financial markets is no big deal. A missing DVD or a misplaced tool will drive me up the wall and I cannot relax until they're found and returned to their rightful place. It's probably why I'm a calvinist. A need to know someone is in control and knowing it's not me.
So I've been looking at the birds of the air. A few months ago I picked up a bird feeder and some seed from the hardware store on a whim. I enjoyed watching the birds that came around to feed so much that now I have three feeders and a suet cage.
We get finches, doves, red-winged blackbirds, sparrows, cardinals, woodpeckers, and wrens. Once in awhile a pair of blue jays swoop in, scare the other birds away and feed for a bit. Never have been much of an animal person but I'm enjoying the birds.