Proof The Bible Is True

Birds of a feather, that was my dad and me. We loved birds, all kinds of birds, and traded notes on our sightings. He and Mom had even more feeders in their yard than I did.

 

Dad used to make much of the fact that he’d never seen evening grosbeaks at my feeders. Large birds, easy to spot–the male with his bright yellow and black feathers, the less colorful female never far from his side.

 

Evening grosbeaks were unpredictable migrants, but every winter flocks of them devoured the sunflower seeds in Dad’s feeders just miles from where I lived.

 

He was right. I’d never seen any in my yard. “I’ll bring you some of my magic seeds,” Dad said once. “Maybe the grosbeaks will surprise you one of these days.” Mom laughed. “Now if they ever do come,” she said, “your father will take all the credit!”

 

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