Holding close the North’s beauty as it nurtures and feeds and relaxes and uplifts. Ottawa National Wildlife Refuge, with its slow winds and tall grasses and wide variety of birds, is one of the most beautiful areas in the U.S. Took a walk there early this morning and then drove the long, winding road through the refuge to see what I could see: herons, geese, some birds I didn’t know, a skittering raccoon.
Stopped at the bookstore and bought five bookmarks, three postcards, a book by Kenn Kaufman and one pair of Kestrel earrings. Made a small donation to the refuge and called it a day.
This fall seems especially golden.
A busy day of swimming, enjoying the sun, working in my yard, working on some editing projects, cleaning my house and listening to beautiful bird music. They sing all day long — and I love it.
Though this isn’t my video, it features what I hear all day. Delightful!
Lucky, lucky me.
Two pairs of socks, two caps, two pairs of gloves, hiking poles, a thick wool sweater, a cotton turtleneck and a really good pair of Merrells. That’s what it took to get me outdoors today for a several miles’ hike. And, it was glorious.
Saw five deer, several squirrels, one gorgeous Blue Jay and maybe 20 geese swimming in the watery part of an otherwise frozen river.
Delighted to be outdoors on this beautiful morning.
All my windows are open. Good work, cool breezes, rain and a symphony of birds.
Love waking up to birdsong. This time of year, it’s thrilling and lovely. Especially after an evening or morning rain.
See what I mean?
Really looking forward to at least one day of this, The Biggest Week in American Birding. There’s something about watching and appreciating birds that digs one’s roots strongly into the firmament. And, it’s a peaceful past-time, too, with all kinds of benefits. This event brings in people from all over the world.
The south shore of Lake Erie: a big draw for birds and the people who love them.
Birds are one of God’s very best things.
Birdsong is the first part of every sunrise. Come to think of it, could the sun rise without there being, somewhere in the world, at least a few birds singing? Don’t think so. With all that beautiful music being made, you’d think there’d be more attention paid to it. Even I, who love it, take it for granted. Don’t know, for example, which little guys are which and who sings what. Am aware, though, that they invite my heart right into their symphony where it rests, and rises.