Momma Robin built a nest, and this morning we have an egg.
It started a couple of weeks ago when she brought some grass and plant material up there. But she tried to put it on top of the light, which is metal, and it all slid off. We decided if she could make a go of it we'd leave it alone. But after a couple failed attempts, we knocked down the rest of it.
Well, then she got serious about it, and soon there was a ton of material up there, but it was sort of hanging to the side and nothing was holding it together and we knew it would fall down. Next thing we know, she is coming in with beakfuls of wet mud, cementing all the material together and forming it into a perfect bowl shape. But it is still hanging off the side.
Then the coup-de-grace. Take a look at the third picture. She wrapped several long pieces through the nest and wrapped them around the spindle on top of the light, pulled the other ends back into the nest, and cemented them in place with the mud. The nest is now securely anchored in place even though there is nothing underneath it.
So how in the world did she know how to do this? Really, think about it. There's no natural explanation. Even if you accept evolution, it cannot explain an innate knowledge of how to automatically do something in the pea-brain of a small animal. Even if it can explain the physical bird itself, it offers no insight into a mental process that was not learned. This Robin never saw another Robin build an unsupported nest; no mother taught it what to do.
But, how about this--God says that his imprint on everything in nature is so obvious that people have no excuse if they fail to accept what is totally obvious. It's a shame to think that people are this stupid, or rebellious, that they don't know what the animals know. Read on.
It started a couple of weeks ago when she brought some grass and plant material up there. But she tried to put it on top of the light, which is metal, and it all slid off. We decided if she could make a go of it we'd leave it alone. But after a couple failed attempts, we knocked down the rest of it.
Well, then she got serious about it, and soon there was a ton of material up there, but it was sort of hanging to the side and nothing was holding it together and we knew it would fall down. Next thing we know, she is coming in with beakfuls of wet mud, cementing all the material together and forming it into a perfect bowl shape. But it is still hanging off the side.
Then the coup-de-grace. Take a look at the third picture. She wrapped several long pieces through the nest and wrapped them around the spindle on top of the light, pulled the other ends back into the nest, and cemented them in place with the mud. The nest is now securely anchored in place even though there is nothing underneath it.
So how in the world did she know how to do this? Really, think about it. There's no natural explanation. Even if you accept evolution, it cannot explain an innate knowledge of how to automatically do something in the pea-brain of a small animal. Even if it can explain the physical bird itself, it offers no insight into a mental process that was not learned. This Robin never saw another Robin build an unsupported nest; no mother taught it what to do.
But, how about this--God says that his imprint on everything in nature is so obvious that people have no excuse if they fail to accept what is totally obvious. It's a shame to think that people are this stupid, or rebellious, that they don't know what the animals know. Read on.
This is what Momma Robin's designer says--
"Ask the animals, and they will teach you,
or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,
or let the fish of the sea inform you.
Which of all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature
and the breath of all mankind.
"
Job 12:7-10
What a God!
[Thank you, Jim! And an update for my readers. At last count, there were three eggs in Momma Robin's nest.]
2 comments:
Hi Jean -
What a delightful and wise post! Such ingenuity doesn't happen by chance.
Blessings,
Susan :)
I agree, Susan. The minute I read Jim's e-mail, I knew that it had to be shared.
Blessings.
Jean
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