To The Herald-Whig:
I have been mostly all over the United States. Everywhere I see man's love for birds of all kinds from backyard bird feeders, along sloughs, by streams, wood duck boxes along fence rows, bluebird boxes in backyards, and wren boxes hanging by a chain or a wire on the patio or from tree limbs.
Many of God's feathered little chicks sing to us at daybreak and all day long. Free music all the time. A cardinal can be heard singing from the tallest tree along the streets or our small towns and in the country at daybreak. Another site can be a beautiful cock pheasant setting on a big bale of hay and crowing in South Dakota and elsewhere, or a male bobwhite on a fence post singing his two-note for his mate and us all to hear.
God made the birds of many colors for us to enjoy. We should all join a bird club and help take care of the birds. You see, we have cut down much of the forest to build our houses and other things. We have cut down much of the forest to farm to feed an ever-increasing hungry world -- human population.
We must all band together to help the birds so we and future generations can enjoy the music and the beauty of God's little feathered chickens. God must have smiled when He one day in the beginning made the birds of many colors.
When I have completed my earthly chores or tried to complete my earthly chores and I have climbed the golden stairs, and I hope as I look at all the birds in heaven, may I be heard to say to the great architect of the whole universe -- Thank you for the birds of many colors like Dolly Parton's "The Coat of Many Colors" with a symphony of many songs.