My Friend Flicker

The northern flicker is one of my very favourite birds.

I love his elaborate attire. His brown striped jacket; his speckled waistcoat and pants; his black cravat.

In his other life, perhaps he was the ringleader of a circus; directing the lions and bears and flaming hoops.

But for now, he is vigorously plucking ants out of the crack in the sidewalk; occasionally stopping to utter his surprisingly kookaburrish laugh.

Thanks flicker, for brightening my day.

“Three Turtle Doves”

I was exiting my mom’s house, on her newly built ramp for her wheelchair, when I stopped abruptly in my tracks, noticing three mourning doves sitting on the railing of the ramp near the end.

There were two parents and one beautiful baby. The mom, or dad, then flew off and found some food for the baby and came back and proceeded to feed the baby, who was still sitting on the railing.

I stood there transfixed, letting the rain ping lightly on my coat and hat; not wanting to scare them away and not wanting to interrupt the feeding.

After they left, chickadees darted in and out of the bird feeder attached to the front window.

The wonders you can see by standing still and not moving and observing for a while.

Nature will find you, or you will find it.