Just a little bird

With a bright red head

Flashy yellow and black added

Out in the garden where he’s fed.

  Western Tanager

This beautiful songbird is a migratory bird and lives along the coast of western United States.  He has beautiful plumage and is classed in the cardinal family.  The things he eats are readily available where he has chosen to live in amongst the trees and berry bushes where they like it best.  All different kinds of berries and insects and beetles are his favorites. 

In the breeding seasons the daddy has brighter feathers than at the rest of the year.  The mommy has less prominent colors than the male.  They usually make a flimsy nest on a conifer tree branch.  The four eggs they lay are bluish-green with spots all over them.

The tone, "pit-er-ick" is what their song sounds like.

Their winter home is in Central America, Mexico and southern California and then for summer they fly north as far as Alaska and they can be seen as far as Nebraska.  Sometimes they migrate alone and other times you can see up to 30 in a flock in their migration.

Now just think of all the miles these little songbirds fly so they can go to a warmer place for the winter cold months.  Wouldn’t you like to have some wings so that you can fly?  Listen to what Jesus says He is going to do for us.--

  “With Jesus at our head we all descended from the city down to this earth, on a great and mighty mountain, which could not bear Jesus up, and it parted asunder, and there was a mighty plain. Then we looked up and saw the great city, with twelve foundations, and twelve gates, three on each side, and an angel at each gate. We all cried out, "The city, the great city, it's coming, it's coming down from God out of heaven," and it came and settled on the place where we stood.     

     Then we began to look at the glorious things outside of the city. There I saw most glorious houses, that had the appearance of silver, supported by four pillars set with pearls most glorious to behold. These were to be inhabited by the saints. In each was a golden shelf. I saw many of the saints go into the houses, take off their glittering crowns and lay them on the shelf, then go out into the field by the houses to do something with the earth; not as we have to do with the earth here; no, no. A glorious light shone all about their heads, and they were continually shouting and offering praises to God.    

     I saw another field full of all kinds of flowers, and as I plucked them, I cried out, "They will never fade." Next I saw a field of tall grass, most glorious to behold; it was living green, and had a reflection of silver and gold, as it waved proudly to the glory of King Jesus. Then we entered a field full of all kinds of beasts,--the lion, the lamb, the leopard, and the wolf, all together in perfect union. We passed through the midst of them, and they followed on peaceably after. Then we entered a wood, not like the dark woods we have here; no, no; but light, and all over glorious; the branches of the trees waved to and fro, and we all cried out, "We will dwell safely in the wilderness, and sleep in the woods." We passed through the woods, for we were on our way to Mount Zion.     

     As we were traveling along, we met a company who also were gazing at the glories of the place. I noticed red as a border on their garments; their crowns were brilliant; their robes were pure white. As we greeted them, I asked Jesus who they were. He said they were martyrs that had been slain for Him. With them was an innumerable company of little ones; they also had a hem of red on their garments.     

     Mount Zion was just before us, and on the mount was a glorious temple, and about it were seven other mountains, on which grew roses and lilies. And I saw the little ones climb, or, if they chose, use their little wings and fly to the top of the mountains, and pluck the never-fading flowers. There were all kinds of trees around the temple to beautify the place; the box, the pine, the fir, the oil, the myrtle, the pomegranate, and the fig-tree bowed down with the weight of its timely figs,--these made the place all over glorious. And as we were about to enter the holy temple, Jesus raised His lovely voice and said, "Only the 144,000 enter this place," and we shouted, "Alleluia."     

     This temple was supported by seven pillars, all of transparent gold, set with pearls most glorious. The wonderful things I there saw, I cannot describe. Oh, that I could talk in the language of Canaan, then could I tell a little of the glory of the better world.” 

CET 62, 63