Yesterday, a male bluebird made repeated trips to the birdhouse outside my studio window, each time, carrying some tiny bit of twig or grass. He'd take it into the house, and then make several trips in and out to admire his progress, before flying off after the next bit of nesting material. At that rate, I wondered how he'd ever finish, but the One who instilled him with nest building instructions, clearly taught him far more on the subject than I'll ever hope to know. His mate was here today, sitting on the top of the house, looking disgruntled because of the rain, while the male preened himself atop the rain gauge.
How many are your works, O Lord!
In wisdom you made them all;
the earth is full of your creatures.