Energy at low ebb, your rabbit is still waiting for Christmas to arrive. This morning, however, there was a new voice from the suet feeder. It was joined by another. And another. But the noise! I hopped out of bed (late riser) and went to my favorite observation post, the bathroom window. There were myriad blackbirds. On the grass, in the trees, in bushes. Noisy as a hundred lawn mowers. And when they lifted it was with one stroke—whoosh! A marvel.
The sun slipped out from under clouds and lit yesterday’s rain in the brown leaves. A tiny Downy Woodpecker (male—red splotch on the back of his head) reclaimed the feeder until some rowdy sparrows chased him away. A couple of them got into a squabble; the two flapping straight up, bill to bill, trying to get the last word.
It was dynamic yet peaceful. I watched for quite a while and came away feeling good. Energized.
A new year is coming and it is sure to be chock-full of horrors and crap. There’s no avoiding that, but you can pause for five/ten minutes and look. Not to see what you expect, or to hope for something.
Joy and Peace.
Serendipity. Kilowatt. Rambunctious. Walk. Portion. See. Pour. Wait. Repeat. Chickadee. Superstition. Desire. Shine. Pin. Spillway.
And a Happy New Year