The magic of mornings!
The first light of Dawn warmed a tree trunk with a soft orange hue.
A brilliant burst shines on one branch!
No sooner than I could adjust my digital companion, the woods lit up like fire!
I always feel lucky to be awake at sunrise, but after a long sleepless night, the beauty I saw in all that color was a blessing from nature; a true Green Healing! I knew I was going to get some good sleep.
As I headed inside to bed, I looked in the other direction, toward the creek, and perched on a tall dead tree trunk was my friend, the Owl!
I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, even though I often see our two resident Barred owls. Usually, I’ll hear or sense them before I see one, but not on this early summer morning.
The mystical bird hadn’t made a sound and when our eyes literally met, I felt instinctively that it had watched me all along.
I had an odd feeling that this owl was not one of our residents. There was an unfamiliar look in its eyes and each time I tried to get a little closer, the bird flew five or six feet away, which is most unlike the owls who live in my corner of woods.
Perhaps it was one of the resident owls that was merely hungry and not too happy that I was interrupting breakfast.
After my long sleepless night, and then my having seen the woods slowly come alive in a great orange light, I suspected the owl was a spirit animal.
Whoa! As I was writing this post, shortly after midnight, an Owl hooted as loud as I’ve ever heard one from my window! It was no ordinary hoot either. It sounded like a happy celebration, and as if the Owl was telling the whole woods about it!
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My day wasn’t going well and it was still early. Heading outside to hang around a butterfly, I guess, is one way I’m coping with confusing times.
I’ve probably written before that I love the smaller, perhaps less noticed butterflies, as much as I do the fantastically big and colorful ones. They might be small, but up close, they have amazing patterns and intricate details.
While sitting with my morning coffee, feeling altogether displaced, which is an experience that hit me hard after a recent move, I was drawn to the white butterfly dancing around my container plants.
I had moved the plants to the corner of the lawn, hoping they might catch some rain. I put the bird bath in the middle of the containers, which to my surprise, created a space I especially liked.
I’m pretty sure my winged visitor was the Cabbage White Butterfly.
A pair showed up about ten days ago and have since been fluttering around my sparse container garden.
Mostly, the butterfly was getting some needed morning sunshine, favoring the Lemon Balm for this purpose, and the yellow Lantana for sipping nectar.
I sat down in the grass. A few times, I thought the pretty white butterfly was going to land on my arm or shoulder, but instead, it playfully swooped and danced around me and my camera.
A silent call to play took hold and for a little while, I was free to play, just like the pretty white butterfly!
Click on images for a closer look.
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“Sounds like A Worm to Me!”
I mentioned in an earlier post that a neighbor and I were birdwatching together one day, when he told me the American Robin hops, and then stops, so that it may hear a worm.
So, you can imagine my delight when I captured a few images of this Robin listening for what I feel safe in assuming, worms!
I can’t think of a better springtime song for a Robin, as the sound of a worm in the cool dirt.
“You ready for the wind storm?” my neighbor asked.
He was carrying a bag of groceries. I was fiddling around with my containers, thinking about what I might plant in them this year.
I wondered if I wanted anything, not so much to be prepared, but to go along with a wind storm.
I decided to go out and grab a Coca-cola. I also decided to take Ruthie with me.
By the time we returned, which was less than ten minutes, the wind and rain were powerful. Ruthie was afraid to get out of the car. I felt badly that I had taken her out.
Ruthie is terribly sweet and the most sensitive dog in the world. That’s part of what makes her who she is and incredibly lovable.
We sat inside the car for a few minutes, listening to the howling wind and sound of heavy rain fall on the car. Things slowed for a moment, but as soon as I opened the door, a gust of rain came down and Ruthie jumped back in the car. Pretty soon the wind stopped and all was quiet.
The storm had gone as quickly as it had arrived.
My yard was a series of shallow ponds, that obviously, the Robins love!
They surprised me with a vigor and ability to stand still, while rain fell in buckets on their red-breasted bodies.
Most of the Robins took cover when the rain fell harder, but one stood its ground through the length of the storm.
The persistent and patient Robin kept looking at me and once, when I was taking a photo of a very wet Cardinal, the wet Robin hopped in front of the camera just in time to get in the photograph.
I loved the storm. I also loved that Ruthie and I were home to see the birds that came afterwards!
All the birds were here!
Most unusual, was a visit from a Bluebird. Normally, the Mockingbird aka “King of the Yard,” simply will not allow bluebirds to cross the little rain-made creek where the lawn meets the trees.
I couldn’t get a photo because the Bluebird came to the suet hanging by my front door near where I was standing. I did however have a wonderful macro view!
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The cool air drew me outside today. I’ve been under the weather lately, but this mid-November morning brought me healing energy, for which I am most grateful.
I’m also grateful for my friend, Ruthie Mae. She’s my pretty dog who recently turned eight years old. She’s one of a kind and I sure do love her. She helps me in lots of ways.
Ruthie helps to get me outside and whether we sit on the deck for a view and breath of fresh air or take a walk, being outdoors is healing.
Since the arrival of fall, my backyard birds have changed. The Cardinals stayed until a couple of weeks ago, so I’m not sure where they are now, but many of the birds that spent the summer here went on to warmer places.
The Mourning Doves stuck around and lately, they come in large flocks to forage amongst leaves, grass and fallen seeds.
The temperatures have dropped. I decided to add sunflower seeds to the bird station after having changed over to a simple offering of smaller seeds, along with fresh water in the bird baths.
Within ten minutes, my yard once again became a little haven, very much like I would imagine Heaven.
Sometimes, I’ll be standing at the door looking out from my window, and just like in a fairytale movie, all sorts of pretty birds fly into the yard at once. Often times, a larger bird will slowly glide over us too. I usually see a shadow first and then a wonderful view as it circles above.
I am always captured by a magical sense of awe when my yard comes alive with color and sounds and movement.
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