Shortly after reading the passage I went to my ganja patch and on the way there I heard some noise. The noise grew louder the closer I got to the ganja field. When I got to the field, to my amazement the field was filled with several different types of birds, just eating away the herb. There were parrots, ground doves, pea doves, white belly, and white wing to name a few. I reflected on the passage I read during my devotion, realizing the word was...