However, curiosity overcame the self-conscious factor, and I entered the world of fascination. There can be nothing more humbling, or more rewarding, than offering food to, let's face it, a wild animal (or bird), and having it feed from your hand. If you haven't tried it, I can guarantee you'll never feel the same again if you do.
But nothing had prepared me for feeding bread to a mixture of city pigeons, ducks, gees and seagulls in St James's Park, London. A piece of bread here, a crumb there; but shortly I found myself flinging scraps of bread into the air to see if the seagulls would swoop and catch them before they landed on the ground ... and giggling like a little schoolgirl all the while. It was total exhilaration!
And for the record, I know that many people regard city pigeons as pests, but I personally regard them as God's creatures. Matthew 6:26 reads,
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Who am I to object if I assist in that task of feeding the birds of the air? And who am I to deny myself the rewards?
