The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time. They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come. To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle. Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands.
~ Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place
I walked out to the dock this morning and was surprised by a hawk landing in a tree very close to where I was standing. What a gift it was, to have a hawk so close. I was so surprised that it took me a minute to remember I had the camera with me.
I’m not sure what kind of hawk it is. A Sharp-shinned Hawk, maybe. It’s smaller than a Cooper’s Hawk, although it’s possible it’s a juvenile.
The birds don’t seem to have found the new feeders just yet. I expect it will take them a few days to discover them. There is already so much food available in the trees and meadows that the feeders are more for me than for the birds. Not that I’ll be dining at the feeders, silly. I put them up so I can get a better look at the birds spending the winter with us.
Or maybe that’s a lazy look. I can see the feeders from the house. The places where the birds usually hang out and eat are not as nearby or as visible from the house. For instance, the cherry tree in the scrounger’s garden is a popular lunch and dinner destination, but I have to gear up (wellies, especially, after all that rain) and stroll out there if I want to see who is dining on the dried cherries or the seeds from last summer’s zinnias.
We are having amazingly beautiful and warm weather today so I don’t want to spend too much of it indoors. Thanks for stopping by. Let’s meet at the Point for sunset. I like the dock, but you can see so much more standing on the beach at the Point. Sunset is at 5:12 PM. Because there are no trees blocking the horizon, arriving five minutes or so before that is usually good enough. It’s in the mid-50’s and the winds are calm so it shouldn’t be too bad out there.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Today’s joys: Spending time with a hawk; sunshine and warm temperatures; the changing light; birdsong and chatter in the garden; celebrating the day.