I love how the birds look in the field. I love how the birds look as they fly in groups to their next field. I love how the birds sounds early in the morning as the sun rises while they stand in the field.
I'm not so sure the rice farmers like the birds as much as I do.
While a large crowd was gathering and people were coming to Jesus from town after town, he told this parable: "A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path; it was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up.
Luke 8:4-5 (NIV)
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