Saturday, April 27, 2013
I have enjoyed a quiet and simple start to my Saturday by sitting on the back porch. This morning, the sky was blue-grey and many clouds were moving in on us.
I put a tablecloth over my deck table, brought out a cup of coffee in my jolly Red Hatter mug and sat down to enjoy slices of orange. My tastebuds were on high alert to such lovely flavours.
My backyard is tiny. To find one smaller, you would have to live high in the air within an apartment. But I enjoy what I have.
On the porch, I was able to watch the the birds mobilize to sing in the morning light. I can't identify all the Pacific breeds, but the common sparrows, mourning doves and seagulls were just a few that I smiled at today. All the songs were a blend of nature "disorganization". If a choir director had their way, each family of winged singers would be encourage to tweet one song at a time...
I was enjoying how various chirps, squawks, humms and coooos were fired back and forth across the tree tops. They were actually noisy! (For birds)
Their little matinee had me smiling in minutes. Oh, what a tranquil scene they played out for me.
None of the eagles flew by to silence the others birds today. When my coffee cup was empty and there was nothing left but an orange peel, I looked to the dead branches of one tree and the woodpecker dropped in for a visit. Really. The woodpecker is back.
I allowed him to knock out a few bars of head-banging music as the morning's crescendo.
Try some quiet bird watching this weekend. I guarantee you can drop your blood pressure a point or two.