(For Ames and Mo and Meggles, blood of my blood.)
THIS URBAN BIRD STRAYED ALL THE WAY FROM TEXAS TO COLORADO TO GET CLOSE TO NATURE AND APPEARS TO HAVE LOST A LEG ALONG THE WAY BUT REST ASSURED HE STILL HAS BOTH BIRD LEGS IN TACT
Your own back yard–or the park near you wherever you live–is full of God’s beautiful creatures going unnoticed, doing their thing–like this common cedar waxwing getting ready for a new day.
Check it out, and more cool stuff Via the Cornell Lab of Ornithology “Celebrate” Urban Birds” project.
But first, read on for further thoughts on nature from your favorite blawger. . . .
We’ve heard so much about “the environment,” and fought so much over it for lo these many decades, that we’ve lost touch with being close to “nature”–with knowledge and appreciation of the wonders of God’s creation in our own back yards.
The old folks back home were much more at peace with themselves and the world because they didn’t have all the distractions of TV 24-7, much less all the high-tech bells and whistles that keep us wired — and I mean wired in the literal and figurative sense of the word.
My mother loved to relax in her recliner in the den with the windows raised up, when weather permitted, of course. We had a huge pecan tree right behind the den that shaded a lot of the back yard and cooled the den.
My dad, who like my mother was tuned in and turned on by the nature in our small back yard, had bird baths and a brick “well” he built, and also a brick planter he built by the patio he so carefully designed along with the rest of the backside of our house. The “well” was covered with ivy and all that. He did all he could to make our little piece of Earth a bird sanctuary and nature preserve of sorts.
My mother was so tuned in to the chatter of birds out back that she could sit in the den with those windows up and focus on all the bird chatter outside and notice that a certain woodpecker was tapping at one of the trees in the back yard of our neighbor across the hedgerow that divided our yards.
Of course, she was tuned in to sounds from all over town as well–the trains approaching in the distance at certain hours like clockwork, the sound of the train rumbling through downtown a mile away from the house, the 5 o’clock church bells chiming at the Baptist Church.
Keeping close to nature–its sights, it sounds, its small wonders–connects us to our own yards, our neighbors, our town, our community, our small worlds and the whole world.
What a wonderful world if only we’ll open our eyes and ears and smell the roses while we’re at it.
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