birds – Page 3 – My Wylde Lyfe

The Great Blue Heron of the Long Point Marsh

He stood there transfixed–the epitome of patience and resolve. One hundred percent sure that his lunch would come.

Pre-Sunset Glow

The rarified ambience of an early summer evening.

The cumulus clouds that slowly move in the light blue sky.

The sun that sits in a corner of the sky like a dying campfire.

The special quality of the pre-sunset sunlight that illuminates the top of the trees.

The muted respectful staccato of the American robin and the low peaceful flute of the mourning dove.

The gentle breeze that blows the leaves and introduces a cooling air.

The sweet peas; the sweet peace; the sweet peas!

Biking through the Buttercups

There were buttercups everywhere. The robins were dancing in them. And I was on a ten kilometre bike ride–great stress relief.

Along the trail there were homemade bird feeders. One of them looked like a Tiki hut. I was delighted and inspired.

A Tranquil Moment

Is there anything more relaxing than to sit by the willow trees and watch the barn swallows swoop down by the gently rippling water?

I don’t think so.

The Magic of Dusk

The American robin is the town crier. He announces the descending of the night.

He sings incessantly, sincerely, melodiously. He sings from the bottom of his heart.

All of a sudden, the meandering grey clouds slowly reveal the bright fingernail of a moon suspended over the darkened treetops.

The Duck

There is a mallard duck that has a nest in the dense flowery growth of our garden.

As a result, we have gone out and bought a manual lawnmower, (so as not to disturb her).

I’m taking exquisite pride in using it; like a grandmother tiptoeing around a baby sleeping in a nursery.

My Favourite Bird Song

I’d have to say my favourite bird song is the chickadee’s “fee bee, fee bee.”

There is something about the touching simplicity of it that goes straight to the soul.

There is also the exquisite beauty of the cardinal’s rapturous song and I’ve heard that the nightingale is not bad….

The Ringleader

The northern flicker showed up in the vegetable garden when I went to refill my watering can.

With his festive attire of grey hat with a beautiful splash of red in the back; speckled waistcoat and jacket and black cravat; I picture the northern flicker as the ringleader of a bird circus.

He is a very jolly bird to see first thing in the morning and for that I am grateful.

I saw a male cardinal feeding his wife a piece of suet that he found this morning for breakfast. And I saw a common grackle taking a piece of suet to the bird bath and eating it with water. He thought, “I don’t know what this junk is, but it is likely to get stuck in my throat and kill me if I don’t wash it down with water.”

The male cardinal wins for ‘best husband’ and the common grackle wins for ‘smartest bird I saw this morning’.

“Two Doves in the Nest”

I was out early watering the garden and heard the beautiful, plaintive, flute-like notes of the mourning doves.

It reminded me of how affectionate the mourning doves are with each other and that it is now June, the month of weddings.

I remembered a quote from ‘Abdu’l-Baha about marriage and about doves:

O ye two believers in God! The Lord, peerless is He, hath made woman and man to abide with each other in the closest companionship, and to be even as a single soul. They are two helpmates, two intimate friends, who should be concerned about the welfare of each other.

If they live thus, they will pass through this world with perfect contentment, bliss, and peace of heart, and become the object of divine grace and favour in the Kingdom of heaven. But if they do other than this, they will live out their lives in great bitterness, longing at every moment for death, and will be shamefaced in the heavenly realm.

Strive, then, to abide, heart and soul, with each other as two doves in the nest, for this is to be blessed in both worlds.

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