Great article on the importance of who rescues who. Wildlife is so crucial to our lives. Encouraging the fellow creatures in our midst is grounding for us all. I always laugh at the idea of "rescue dogs." it is the dogs who rescue, not us humans. Hopefully we can move forward on the basis of lessons such as this.
I had so much fun reading this post. I live in Michigan near the Great Lakes. It's cold, lonely, and mostly cloudy. This past winter I decided to put bird feeders on my deck to see if I could lure anything that moved around (here) in the biting cold, when I didn't feel like it. Much to my surprise magic appeared. Cardinals, Woodpeckers, Sparrows, Chickadees, Blue Jays and... my all time favorite house finches! I also had a red tailed hawk come to visit. you taught me something, though. I need to fill the feeders (daily) at dawn. Squirrels and racoons took over my feeders and clean them out nightly. One more observation - after spending moments to minutes gazing at these precious creatures I'm learning their personalities and recognizing them as individuals. Magical time spent, for sure. Great post.
I love this! So beautifully written and so clear your relationship with the birds. I especially love this line: "But I dream of when anxiety must worry that I will not be able to enjoy it because of life."
Birds rock! I could watch them all day. They are the easiest of Nature's miracles to spot, a constant reminder of how superior Mother Nature is to dreary civilization, and of what we're all missing out on every day of our minor league lives...Wonderful piece!
I loved this so very much, Kelton. And your mother is beautiful. I am grateful to people who make wildlife rescue their life's work. My mother has delighted in watching several generations of West Indian Woodpeckers nest in a hollowed-out coconut tree near her property. They were busy ones. Controlling the flight path from her carport to a giant breadfruit tree in the backyard. Last year a bad storm took the trees down, so now another generation of woodpeckers are nesting behind her house on an overgrown property. We can't see them in the tangle of green. Only hear them. There are barn owls too that come at dusk, hunting bats, I think. I befriended an owl a few years ago. I know about seeking connections in unexpected places. Maybe that's one good thing about anxiety? Sometimes, it forces you to seek non-human relationships, and when it comes to birds, that might be a good thing, right? Happy Sunday to you and the feathered ones everywhere.
Great article on the importance of who rescues who. Wildlife is so crucial to our lives. Encouraging the fellow creatures in our midst is grounding for us all. I always laugh at the idea of "rescue dogs." it is the dogs who rescue, not us humans. Hopefully we can move forward on the basis of lessons such as this.
Couldn't agree more. Wrote a story about it (the dogs) as a matter of fact...
Can’t find your post/story on the dogs.
I had so much fun reading this post. I live in Michigan near the Great Lakes. It's cold, lonely, and mostly cloudy. This past winter I decided to put bird feeders on my deck to see if I could lure anything that moved around (here) in the biting cold, when I didn't feel like it. Much to my surprise magic appeared. Cardinals, Woodpeckers, Sparrows, Chickadees, Blue Jays and... my all time favorite house finches! I also had a red tailed hawk come to visit. you taught me something, though. I need to fill the feeders (daily) at dawn. Squirrels and racoons took over my feeders and clean them out nightly. One more observation - after spending moments to minutes gazing at these precious creatures I'm learning their personalities and recognizing them as individuals. Magical time spent, for sure. Great post.
Their winter resiliency still blows me away!
Sweet piece and tribute to your Mother.
I love this! So beautifully written and so clear your relationship with the birds. I especially love this line: "But I dream of when anxiety must worry that I will not be able to enjoy it because of life."
Birds rock! I could watch them all day. They are the easiest of Nature's miracles to spot, a constant reminder of how superior Mother Nature is to dreary civilization, and of what we're all missing out on every day of our minor league lives...Wonderful piece!
Now I'm intrigued and excited for what this is setting my inbox up for next week...
Lovely.
You might like this: https://twitter.com/cornellbirds/status/1522288020128468992?s=21&t=GnTGzTDl02vYqgCO-M4qGA
Oh I do!
I loved this so very much, Kelton. And your mother is beautiful. I am grateful to people who make wildlife rescue their life's work. My mother has delighted in watching several generations of West Indian Woodpeckers nest in a hollowed-out coconut tree near her property. They were busy ones. Controlling the flight path from her carport to a giant breadfruit tree in the backyard. Last year a bad storm took the trees down, so now another generation of woodpeckers are nesting behind her house on an overgrown property. We can't see them in the tangle of green. Only hear them. There are barn owls too that come at dusk, hunting bats, I think. I befriended an owl a few years ago. I know about seeking connections in unexpected places. Maybe that's one good thing about anxiety? Sometimes, it forces you to seek non-human relationships, and when it comes to birds, that might be a good thing, right? Happy Sunday to you and the feathered ones everywhere.
Agree - when you’re ruled a little more by chaos than you’d like, seeking our friends and patterns in unusual places offers such solace.
Mothers Day is often a hard one for me, but this was the perfect piece to read on such a day.
💛💛💛 I’m so glad.