The lovely female Summer Tanager.
I think I might have writer’s block, but I’m not sure. I do want to communicate and I have plenty to say, so I’m not sure why I am not writing more than I have been for the past several months.
With that said, I’d like to share just one photo with you today. I’m not sure which one yet, but I’ll choose an image that will speak and say, “Me. Share Me!”
Ruthie sure is a good friend to me.
Most recently, I’ve learned that I have a difficult time trusting people. I never thought I’d say that about myself. I was always a trusting type of person.
My dad used to tell me that, “People should earn your trust.”
He was always saying how I trusted people too easily. I wanted to be more free-spirited than I perceived he was. I saw the good in people.
Today, some twenty-plus years later, I understand why my dad used to tell me what he did. I am much more like him now. I understand too why he loved his dogs so much!
Dogs are trustworthy animals.
I wish my dad was alive to meet Ruthie. He would like her. He would try to teach her to hunt if I let him. He’d say she’s shy.
I’ve been pretty down and out lately, which is, I guess, why I was thinking about trust.
After a few hard crying spells, I decided it was time to hug Ruthie. She was lying on the floor next to my feet. I figured she knew I was sad and I didn’t want her to feel that way.
Ruthie has the softest fur I’ve ever felt on a dog, which makes petting her like eating a good potato chip, if you like chips. You definitely want more than one.
I sat there for a while, just being with Ruthie, when I realized that she is altogether trustworthy. I may have a hard time knowing who to trust in this world, but I know I can trust my dog.
I know Ruthie will never lie to me. I know she will never mistreat me. I know that as long as she is alive, she will be my dear friend. She will always show her love. She will certainly never abuse me.
I decided, upon this realization, to honor and not forget, what a very good friend my Ruthie is to me.
Thank you Ruthie!
The Stately and Lovely
In the first weeks of Spring, a female Cardinal started visiting my backyard. She liked the fallen seeds below our bird feeder.
Within days of her arrival, she had two bright and very handsome red suitors.
I watched for weeks as the two male Cardinals chased her through the edge of the woods, swooping from branch to branch, stopping momentarily to show off their plumage or grab the best perching seat.
The female Cardinal appeared to enjoy the chase. From where I stood, her future looked pretty good.
I don’t know which of the two males finally got her attention, but on Mother’s Day, I was delighted when just before Dusk, I walked outside to catch the last of daylight and heard a symphony of unfamiliar sounds.
I thought at first the frenzy was normal dinner-time excitement in the backyard. I soon suspected something more special was going on out there. And it was!
A female Cardinal was feeding a fledgling! I could barely make out the color of the little bird, but I sure heard it, and siblings too!
I felt a surge of delight.
Slowly, I walked a little closer to a nearby briar patch where the loud and persistent cries were coming from. I hoped for a photograph.
A bright male Cardinal flew across the yard, landing clear on the other side. I’m pretty sure he was asking me not to get one step closer to his family. I returned to the view from my deck.
The cries of the young birds moved me. Although, the fledglings made lots of noise, I had a feeling their tweets were more a communication of location and confident awaiting, rather than ones of unmet needs.
The mother was surely capable of providing and proving as much to her new children! She looked well-fed and strong, yet when she bent over to offer her little one a bit of food, it was with an amazing gentleness.
My heart was struck with love.
I returned inside to give the beautiful family peace and privacy. I watched from my kitchen window until dark.
What a terrific gift for Mother’s Day!
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Little Red One (LRO)!
“You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you’re finished, you’ll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird . . . So let’s look at the bird and see what it’s doing – that’s what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.”
Richard P. Feynman
“You must not know too much, or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and water-craft; a certain free margin, and even vagueness – perhaps ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of these things… ~Walt Whitman, Specimen Days, “Birds – And a Caution”
PHOTOS by Michelle for dogkisses, the blog.
Wishing you beautiful days in Nature!
- Green Healing ~ The Feeder (dogkisses.wordpress.com)
I think I’ve said this before in my blog, but I can’t believe the beauty that one bird feeder has brought into my daily life! It is a blessing, for sure.
Life has been hard lately. Pain has been nearly constant and my level of fatigue has been off the scales. I am truly, exhausted.
Honestly, I don’t feel much like talking (or writing) about my level of pain these days. It is rather depressing, but when things get better, I look forward to saying, I made it!
Now, about the feeder and the beautiful wild fliers that have come to visit. (See the photo gallery at the end of this post).
I’ve started to recognize the sounds of a few birds, particularly the Red-bellied Woodpecker. I love seeing that bird! I think I may have seen some little ones today and they were mighty cute little birds, but I’m too exhausted to identify my beautiful feathered friends.
The finches are easily recognized and lots of fun. They are the least afraid and let me get pretty close to take photos. They look at me too, which is pretty cool.
The one bird I can’t get a good photo of is the Cardinal. They fly away as soon as my hand goes for the camera. There are two males having much fun chasing two females. Their red wings are magical when they swiftly breeze by into the wooded areas.
There are so many birds around here that I can’t begin to name each one. I’ve practiced watching them, without trying to get a photo. This was hard at first, because of their beauty and my wish to share it with the world, but there is something to be said for the act of being still and observing.
The Mourning Doves are also not hip on me and my little Canon. They’re also always the same color of nature, which makes getting a sharp photo a challenge. I love to hear their soft call and the two of them are quite the pair. One is always looking out for the other.
Aside from watching the pretty birds in my yard, being outside more often means spending more time with my sweet dog, Ruthie. She is very happy about this. She’s had some sad days since our Tiny boy passed on, but today she was happy.
I took her to the dog food store recently. She met a boy dog she liked, got a true dogkiss, and moved on to choose a Bully stick to chew on. The store obviously puts them on the low shelves so the dogs can smell around, choosing the one they want. I love letting her choose a chew.
She smiled so big at the excitement, which of course included a pet from a few humans. Oh, I was glad to see her happy, but in a way, I also felt sad because I realized that she hadn’t been smiling much lately.
Ruthie knows I’ve been sick, and my son has struggled too, so of course, being such a sensitive dog, she has also felt the pain.
Ruthie is like an angel. She helps people. She knows when people are in pain or sad and she goes right to those people. She wants to help. It is simply her nature. Ruthie is a blessing, which I’ve also probably said before.
Sitting on my favorite bench, surrounded by trees and bright green moss, watching the beautiful birds, listening to their warm weather excitement and seeing sweet Ruthie smile, all made for a good Easter holiday and, a Green Healing experience.
I’d like to share a few photos of my backyard beauties! I hope you enjoy the virtual view.
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Peace and Blessings.