This morning at breakfast I watched a song thrush cracking open a snail against a stone. (The ramsons – wild garlic – are already up by the pond, and I wondered whether she’d like some of that with her snails.)
And Jesus said, “Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.”

Revd Tim Heaton

2020-03-25T23:29:17+01:00