"God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble" (from Psalm 46) seems like a good verse for All Saints Day.
Everyone needs a refuge sometimes. So do little birds. The little birds that come to my feeders have adopted this pile of bramble underneath my deck as their place of refuge. It’s unsightly, but the birds love it. It’s a place for them to keep warm in the winter, and to hide from predators anytime.
It wasn’t planned. Tree debris would show up on the lawn after a storm. We all know the place to take this stuff is the Western Lake Superior Sanitary District’s yard-waste disposal site. But it’s problematic when you drive a Honda Civic … and when you’re a procrastinator.
So twigs and sticks accumulated, and before long I noticed it was a gathering place of choice for chickadees, sparrows and house finches. Juncos have frequented it lately.
Neighborhood cats also have discovered the bird hideout. But the cats are fat, overfed and stupid. Whatever predator instincts they have are none too sharp. They’re liable to fall asleep while waiting for prey. Birds spend every moment of their lives in survival mode. Pampered cats are really no match for them.