HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW
Long ago, in a beautiful forest there lived Father Sparrow, Mother Sparrow and their young daughter Krip. Father Sparrow was a fine nest builder who had used leaves, sticks and feathers to built a nest in an oak tree. A few miles away from the forest was a village where loggers lived in wooden cabins. In that village lived a mean fellow named Boy Wander. Often, he killed the birds, and cooked them for his dinner. He used their beaks as nails for his cabin and gave the feathers to the women to make their aprons.
One evening, as Mother Sparrow prepared black berries for supper, she grumbled at Father Sparrow: “You are too busy. You need to find a match for Krip. It’s time for her to leave the nest. She is fully feathered, can feed herself, fly well and has a melodious voice.”
“Tomorrow I will see what I can do,” agreed Father Sparrow.
Next morning at dawn, Father Sparrow was awakened by the drumming voice of Bro’ (Brother) Woodpecker in the neighbouring territory. Bro’ Woodpecker, whose natural habitat was destroyed by loggers, had received an honorary title : ‘Endangered specie.’ As soon as Father Sparrow began singing the other birds chimed in the morning fellowship song of protection:
“This is my neighbour
Who is not a stranger;
We live together
In this territory.”
Then Father Sparrow said to Malty, a young sparrow: “You have a deep voice, you must sing to attract a female.”
Marty felt very proud and started a lengthy song.
Krip heard the singing and hastily flew to meet Malty. On her way she sang her favourite:
“I sing because I am happy,
I sing because I am free!”
Malty was thrilled with Krip’s melodious voice. He admired her earth-brown, feathers and cone shaped bill. They looked at each other and sang:
We are happy to meet. ”
It was time for Krip to go and find food so she soared through the woods to the village. She scratched for seeds and ate until her stomach was full. Suddenly, there came Boy Wander with his pockets full of stones. He started hurling them at Krip who flew away quickly. Boy Wander chased her into the woods.
“You are lucky!” he shouted. “I am only a logger. I have little to eat. One day I’ll catch you and make a stew!”
It was almost dark when Krip reached home.
“You must be careful of Boy Wander,” cautioned Mother Sparrow. “He will harm you in any way he can. I am happy that Father Sparrow built our nest far from the village.”
The match-day came for Marty and Krip who was very happy as it was also the celebration of her hatch-day. They perched in the flower bed. All the birds pecked yellow berries and YoYo, the wise owl, danced the traditional ‘ prowl’ to
Bro’ Woodpecker’s drumming.
“It’s time to go home!” warned Yoyo.
Yellow Canary, who could not speak well from her hatch-day remarked: “Zat is folly, zen ze are jolly.”
“There is going to be a wind storm,” continued YoYo. “ I must hurry!”.
All the birds flew to their nests quickly.
Boy Wander who was in the forest all day suddenly felt a gust of wind but decided to try and catch even one bird.
“Wh-o-o, Who-o-o ! !” warned YoYo.
“Be wise, Boy Wander.”
Boy Wander could not see Yoyo who had disguised herself by spreading her feathers against the tree and closing her huge eyes.
“Hiss-ss-ss, his-ss,” said YoYo, annoyed with Boy Wander.
“There is going to be a windstorm.”
“You are always predicting something evil. I hate you!” shouted Boy Wander.
Suddenly, there was another gust of wind.
“What shall I do?” asked Boy Wander, fearfully. “My house is weak. Please help me
you - wonderful owl!
“You must ask the Creator for help,” said YoYo calmly. “He made all creatures great and small; you and the little sparrow, and He watches over all.”
“His eyes watch the sparrow?” asked Boy Wander.
“O-o-o-ye,” replied YoYo. “And yo-o-o.”
Boy Wander felt a nudge of courage enough to brace the windstorm. He began singing and was joined by YoYo in a glorious melody:
“I sing because I’m happy
I sing because I’m free;
For His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me.”
From that day onwards, Boy Wander and the birds in the forest all lived happily.
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