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A beautiful evening...
- To: "Bird (E-mail)" <carolinabirds@duke.edu>
- Subject: A beautiful evening...
- From: "Armstrong, Craig" <CraigArmstrong@PerformanceInc.com>
- Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 12:28:16 -0400
- Sender: carolinabirds-owner@acpub.duke.edu
Yesterday I sat down to watch the birds when I got home from work. It was
cool out and the sky was gray, a noticeable change from the string of hot,
bright, sunny days we've had lately. Before long a light rain began to
fall.
I love watching the feeders when it begins to rain, they always get a ton of
action then. Families of chickadees, titmice, cardinals, and finches
covered many of the feeders and the cedar log they hang from. The cardinals
also dropped to the ground, joining a blue jay and mourning doves. A summer
tanager clung to one of the suet feeders, these were also visited by a white
breasted nuthatch and of course the chickadees/titmice.
The sound of rain landing on leaves was soft and gentle, very relaxing and
beautiful. It sounded like the Creator's voice, I thanked him for allowing
me to hear him and for speaking to me in such a gentle way. Of course as
soon as I had this thought I heard his voice Everywhere. Wrens called back
and forth from their thickets deeper in the woods, a little closer a wood
thrush was singing as were a couple cardinals. Creator's voice got louder
when two squirrels chased each other across some branches, it sounded like
he was laughing or having a good time. His voice even sang from the rocks
as a car drove by on the gravel road.
The birds kept coming. Chipping sparrow, bunting, downy woodpecker, and
robin. It's a great feeling to be so close to the Creator and all the gifts
he has given us. To hear his voice all around, to see his movement through
the birds and the leaves of the trees and plants in the forest, to feel his
touch of a warm wind over your skin, and smell him in the scent of rain and
the sage I had burning.
I decided just to be there, with the wind and the thrush and hummingbird
wings beating.. and thunder off in the distance...
Take care, Craig Armstrong / Chapel Hill