As I took the picture I contemplated what I had just seen.
A little bird had built this nest where it would be strong, strong in the cleft of the rock. The rushing, dangerous river was not more than a couple yards away, but the occupants of that nest were safe, attached to that rock. This reminded me of Jesus, the True Rock.
Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower. -Psalms 18:2, ASV
Behold the birds of the heaven, that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not ye of much more value then they?
-Matthew 6:26, ASV
And if God most certainly takes care of the little songbirds, will he not much more care for you?