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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“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.
My son was first to see the flock of Robins, alerting me with an excitement I hadn’t heard in a great long time. That was a blessing in itself.
“Mom! You gotta come see!” he exclaimed. “Just for a minute,” he added.
I knew I had to go see what he saw. I made it to the door in time to see the flock of American Robins gracefully landing on the moist and cold grassy lawn. The slight sound of their wings in flight, I can still recall. I like that.
I am grateful to be alive in these moments. Life is not easy, at least not for me, so when nature shows her awe, I do take notice. I catch a trillionth second wind moving me to carry on.
The red-breasted beauties hopped, stopped, and hopped again. My neighbor said they they hear worms, so they stop briefly to listen for them. I don’t doubt this, because bird brains are pretty darn smart! I do however wonder if wintertime lawns have worms to offer.
A fully grown man, my son, stood with me watching the birds, both of us glad to be there, together, without words and absolutely taken by the moment.
(Originally posted on Flickr. Edited on January 28th, 2014).
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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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