Watching the Crow

I was floating around the swimming pool last evening and noticed a crow with a twig in its beak flying overhead. The crow landed in the top of a palm tree and disappeared amongst the fronds.  Soon it was perched on the fronds minus the twig.  The bird flew back across the pool landing on the leaf-free branch of a shrub.  As I watched the crow gripped a twig from that branch and jerked its head back and forth, back and forth.  Finally, the twig broke from the bush.  The crow flew the short hop to the top of a pool light and rearranged his grip of the twig.  After a minute, off it flew and disappeared in the top of the palm tree.
 
There is nothing particularly profound about a bird building a nest.  And I did not think of a spiritual metaphor.  It was just one of those “ isn’t it fun to watch God’s crows do crow like activities” and to marvel at God’ handiwork.
 
Take some time and watch a little nature for a change of pace.