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’.
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.
I went to my bedroom to get socks because the weather here had turned obscenely cold with a harsh rain coming down. (I hope my newly-planted vegetable plants don’t mind.)
Then I saw, to my complete joy, a hummingbird in the bushes outside my window. She was gently hovering around the delicate pink flowers that my mother had planted in front of the house and that had climbed up to the top of the window.
She reminded me of the song, “Hummingbird”, by Seals and Crofts.
In this song, they talk about all the Sacred Beings that God sends to us to educate us. They are so precious and are only here for a very short time, then they are gone. We don’t appreciate them while they are here, and when they are gone, it is too late.
There were three of them; a couple and I don’t-know-who.
They were very trusting; they stayed only about seven feet in front of us, telling me that the only thing that people were throwing at them was bread. Life at the pond in St. John’s Conservation Area was good.
Then they, one by one, started to luxuriously lean their long necks back and stroke them on their feathers. Then they started to meticulously preen themselves. Then they stood up on one leg and stretched the other webbed-foot leg way back; then they wiggled their bums and sat down. Canada goose yoga.