So, the other day we were out in the Atlantic fishing and a small canary lit on the side of my boat. I assume it was weary from the long trip that these tiny birds make as they fly back and forth to the Bahamas. I’ve seen them for many years out in the middle of the ocean and marveled that such a tiny delicate bird could travel across vast oceans. This little bird hopped over to me and jumped up on my arm and turned its head sideways and looked at me as I looked at him. He sat on my arm and rested for quite a while and then took to flight again heading to wherever it had been directed by God . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/index.php/2019/05/canarys-rest/