There’s an angel hanging above our front door. It covers most of a large picture window. I made it in 1987 as a Christmas decoration when we lived in California. It was a 2-part construction, huge in size, carefully jigsawed from plywood and painted. The top part is an angel, the bottom a large open book with the words of the Christmas story written on it. We hung it on our garage facing the road every Christmas to announce the Good News.
Then we moved away, and our new house didn’t have a place for it. The book part was put in storage, but we surrounded the relatively smaller angel piece with Christmas lights. We hung it above the porch in front of the window. And something marvelous happened.
The picture window reflected the lovely fir trees and the sky–and, sadly, way too many songbirds had crashed into it. The carnage was great, especially during migration season. But when the Christmas angel was up–with its large eyes and outstretched hands–they swerved away from the window reflections . . . and lived.
Our Christmas Angel is now known as The Guardian Angel of the Birds, and is a permanent fixture on our porch.