For the last few months there have been no sounds of birds when I go get our newspapers. It was cold, usually cloudy, and nasty. It was also very quiet. Last week I heard a bird call, just one repeated a few times. Now that the weather has gotten warmer the birds are talking to each other. Getting the newspaper is now acompanied by chirps and cheeps and songs. What a delightful change.
Last week Trader Joe’s had dafodils from Ireland on sale. I bought 3 buches of budding flowers and over the next 3 days they opened up. Sunlight in a vase! The foyer was transformed and my mid-winter blues went away. Strange how 15 flowers can change my mood.
Went to the Bronx Zoo yesterday. Lily and the kids were delighted in the different animals we saw. Lily especially liked the Scarlet Ibis in the aviary. Tommy liked the Bald Eagles and the chinchillas. I’m not sure what Katherine liked. For myself I loved the Golden Eagles and the Snow Leopards. Tommy loved the snow leopards as well. So what does it say about me that I found the predatory animals so much more attractive than the others? Is it a reflection of some inner nature or just that I like the sleek looks of the predators more? Who knows and who cares!
Along those lines I must say that there is little to compare to the beauty of a hawks’ strike on it’s prey. I know that a soft little creature is killed. So what? Is PETA going to say that hawks are bad? Maybe. again who cares? A hawk is beautiful and that all I need to know. There is a circle of life and death is part of it. Live with it. I do.
Wow, I realized that I started with finding comfort in the sweet songs of birds and ended with a paean to a hawk’s strike . Oh well,that’s me.