A bit of a conflict high above us this morning. These two Magpie's have taken to living amongst the trees. This annoys the Crows who live here. Yesterday two Crows buzzed the Magpie pair and saw them off. Today one Crow was chased off by this fellow and his mate, but the Crow is still hanging around in the trees high up somewhere. Possibly he awaits reinforcements? The Crows from times past would not put up with this, and I suspect more conflict soon. I just wish they would come down lower so I could get a closer picture.
Naturally, I was so engrossed by the birds conflict that I forgot to scribble anything else on here.
Few noticed.
However, Saturdays have little to say other than shops, football, sleep and feeding the face. Nothing out of the ordinary occurs at weekends, unless something personal does.
I met my downstairs neighbour walking the dog, at least the dog was pleased to see me, and little else of note occurred.
Nothing in the news, no accidents, no trauma, just lies from crooked politicians, and mostly made up stories about royalty. What a disgrace the UK media is.
My weariness, and the fear of heavy rain which did not arrive, put me off walking to the Kirk.
Instead I read the chosen verses, Jer 31:31-33 & John 12:20-33. This took me to Jesus telling the disciples, at least those close to him, just how troubled his souls was, to the point of death. Yet he chose to follow his fathers will, for that is why he came. What a moment it seemed to me, here Jesus was faced with the choice of avoiding the cross, yet he would go through with it. Then he says 'If you follow me you must take up your cross.' He gave up so much, lost life, faced Hell for me, us, and he chose to go through with it. What I face is so much easier. So why do I fail?
I am not sure being at church today would be any stronger an interpretation than what this meant to me.
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There are times when quiet contemplation does more than attendance at the kirk.
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