We need only hear birdsong to realize that the turmoil inside and among us is unnatural, a sign that things have gone cataclysmically wrong. For how can we—fellow creatures—be so alienated from and embattled within creation?
We need only hear birdsong to be reminded that our fellow creatures always welcome us to return home. For the birds sing just as beautifully in our presence, if not all the more. For they too have been made to reflect their Creator, and His language is never less than grace upon grace.
Latitudes of Plenty 