This morning I woke to the raucous of chirping birds - seemingly delighted with yesterdays evening of rainfall. I wonder if these tiny feathered species of natural life have an awareness of the delight they share with me? The male cardinal seemed to be considering my presence as I stepped outside over the door hearth with coffee in hand. Walking to a chair close to the birdfeeder, my bare feet delight in the moist grass. Southern Michigan has been suffering a dry spell … how alive the wet result of the previous night mizzle has made my spirit.
The cardinal immediately diverted his attention when the duller colored female alit on the branch next to him. Off they flew in a chase through the thicket of wet leaves. Do they know each other? Was she “his” female? Lower to the ground, a Ruby-Throated hummingbird spiraled back and forth performing the U pattern mating dance for a female I could not see. His wings buzzing a sound like the whirring of an electric motor. Is she “his” female or will any female do? Does his dance have to contain a certain specialness for her to respond?
They are busy with propagation of their species. Secretly, I question if there is a moment in their life when this work is done? Am I alone a member of a life form that is gifted with years to reflect … time that does not include creating life?
Friday, July 20, 2012
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