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The woods are filled with birds today

Baring its bones.

If we belong to the sun and its warmth, to the bud and the sprout, to the miraculous flower, we also belong to the wind, the naked branch, the cold.

~ Fabiana Fondevila

Turkey buzzards resting in the warmth of the sunlight.

It’s not wintry cold here yet, but the trees are beginning to show their bare branches as the wind sheds them of their leaves.

Light seeping in.

And as the leaves fall, more light flows into the woods.

Not all have fallen.

It was a busy day in the woods.  Yellow Rumped Warblers are here for the winter.  They were flitting around everywhere in the woods this afternoon.  They don’t seem to mind me too much, either.  One landed on a branch so close to me that I couldn’t take his picture.  He was too close.  Another flew near my face before veering off in another direction.

Showing off his yellow rump.

Cornell’s All About Birds has this to say about the Yellow Rumped Warbler:

Yellow-rumped Warblers are impressive in the sheer numbers with which they flood the continent each fall. Shrubs and trees fill with the streaky brown-and-yellow birds and their distinctive, sharp chips. Though the color palette is subdued all winter, you owe it to yourself to seek these birds out on their spring migration or on their breeding grounds. Spring molt brings a transformation, leaving them a dazzling mix of bright yellow, charcoal gray and black, and bold white.

Showing off his or her sideways climbing skills.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in the spring.  I’d have to go back to northeast Ohio and look for them.  They migrate through there in the spring and spend their summers north in Canada and west in the U.S. and Canada.  I don’t think they go through their spring molt here, but I could be wrong.  I’ll watch for it next year.

Beautiful bird, even in winter colors.

I listened to a couple of talks (podcasts, etc., online) this week.  I should start keeping notes.  Ideas pop up that I want to explore, and then I forget about them.  Or a subject comes up that I remember, but I can’t remember who said what about it.  That’s the case with today’s musings while I walked.  Someone, somewhere, talked about change (evolution) and nature, going on to say that we ARE nature.  That’s true, of course, but I think many people see themselves as outside of nature.  We are “civilized” and don’t “live like animals.”  (Never mind that there are some whose actions are worse than those of any so-called animal, and those are often the folks who see themselves as above nature.)

Reflections painting the surface of the pond.

What interested me about the idea of being nature — that we ARE nature — is the connection, the idea that maybe nature is as much our tribe as our fellow humans.  When I think about being part of the tribe of what we call nature, then the trees, the birds, all of the other beings that I live with on this small piece of earth, are my sisters and brothers.  I don’t know how to explain this properly in words, but these thoughts bring about a sense of wholeness, a connection to everything.  Maybe the best way to put it — even though it is a small way to approach it — is a feeling of belonging.  It’s no secret that I’ve struggled with the idea of this place being home, of rooting and thriving where I’ve been planted.  When I stand with the Lightning Tree or chatter with the Yellow Rumped Warblers, and think of them as beings that are part of my family or tribe, then I feel at home.

I know that others have explored this and that I am not the first person on the planet to relate to animals and plants in such a way.  This is not new ground for many people (especially indigenous peoples from this land and around the world), but it is a new knowing for me.

Mistletoe in the backyard maple.

Well, I suppose little of this is making much sense.  That’s okay.  I didn’t expect it to since it is one of those things that is difficult to explain.  All the meanderings in my thoughts recently are somehow interwoven, and I often have no idea where they will lead.  That’s okay, too.  It makes life interesting.

A woodpecker in a loblolly pine. I think it’s a female Downy Woodpecker. Maybe.

Thank you for visiting today, and rambling around the ranch with me.  Our weather has been amazing the past few days.  Let’s go out to the Point to watch the sunset this evening.  It’s at 4:51 PM.  I’ll be there early so I can take a walk on the beach.  It’s been a while since I’ve been out there.

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Two oak leaves discussing when it will be time to let go.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  441)  The brief but wondrous feeling of connection to All.  442)  The variety of teachers I’ve been exposed to lately.  443)  The teacher within.  444)  Freshly baked apple pie.  445)  Yellow Rumped Warblers.  Even their name is fun.


Robin is... too many things to list, but here is a start: an artist and writer; a photographer and saunterer; a daughter and sister and granddaughter; a friend, a partner, a wife, a mother, and a grandmother; a gardener, a great and imaginative cook, and the creator of wonderful sandwiches.

21 thoughts on “The woods are filled with birds today

  1. It’s the day for posts that ramble a bit, putting out our thoughts into words as they stream in our brain. Should I worry that it made sense to me? It distresses me when I see birds acting like humans – when they chase others of their species away from the treats and peck at one another. The warblers visit here in spring and summer, such lovely birds.

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    1. I know what you mean, Carol. I tend to romanticize nature even though I know better. All I have to do is watch the bird feeders to see that Blue Jays can be bullies, male Hummingbirds are territorial and waste more energy chasing off other Hummingbirds than they seem to get from feeding, and the Great Blue Herons get pretty nasty whenever an Egret or another Heron tries to share the pond with them.

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  2. Makes perfect sense to me, but I’m sure you guessed that about me already. We could talk long into the night upon this subject and more regarding universal connection, awakening and the healthy use of the power we have access to. Life is wonderful!!
    I wonder if any of the birds in your backyard passed through mine? 😉 All the summer visitors that leave in September, I often wonder where they are at any given time. Where is ‘our’ hummingbird right now, snoozing in a hibiscus in Jamaica maybe?

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    1. I’m pretty sure your Red-winged Blackbirds are here, Eliza. 😀 I often wonder where our spring and summer birds are and what they’re doing. I ask them when they return, but I don’t speak bird so I never understand the answers.

      Thank you. And yes, I do believe we could speak long into the night about those subjects and more. 🙂

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  3. Such a lovely place you live! I’ve never seen a yellow rumped warbler. I don’t think we have them here. I should look that up. But, like you say, I often have ideas and then I forget about them. I, too, should make a list, which is a good idea I will likely forget about.

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    1. Thank you, Dawn. 🙂 Even lists are not always effective. I used to keep a small notebook with blog ideas in it, and then either didn’t bother to check the notebook when I was looking for an idea or, when I did remember to look, I’d find that I had moved on from those ideas (or the ideas no longer made enough sense for me to pursue).


  4. I looked them up. They live in the very tip of the lower peninsula and in the upper peninsula here in Michigan in summer, but mostly even further north in Canada. They supposedly migrate through my area, but I’ve never seen them. Pretty birds.

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  5. Beautiful Robin–your rambles are like a walk in the woods with stops to look behind a tree or up on a branch. And, as you know, my mind goes off on all sorts of tangents. 🙂
    Yellow Rumped Warblers–what a great name! That photo with his (?) wings spread is wonderful!

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    1. Thank you so much, Merril. 🙂 I like the way you put that. Since my blog post rambles and wanderings are a result of my walks, it makes sense that they might feel that way. I like that they do. It’s nice to have some company when I’m musing about things, and I think of my blogging friends as excellent company for these rambles.

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  6. I think you’re right about us being nature. If only we all took care of nature and ourselves, things would be so different. I enjoyed reading about the warbler. I like looking at birds but rarely have the time or the place (and these days I lack the vision). I really need to be some place where I can enjoy nature, at least for a few days. Some peace, quiet, stillness. That’s what I need.

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  7. Totally on the same page here, Robin. I do believe we are nature. It is not separate. Nature is our tribe and all the beings our brothers and sisters – even the soil microbes. I love your photos, especially the one on the tree with its wings spread with the beautiful pinks and greens and blue background colors. Also the last one of the 2 leaves. I wish I could walk with you, Robin. Like Eliza said, some good conversations could happen well into the night. So much in common.
    I hope you have a beautiful Thanksgiving.

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    1. Thank you so much, Mary. I hope the same for you. 🙂
      I’d love to walk with you, too. Just think of all the good conversations we’d have as we wandered around in nature somewhere.

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Comments are delightful and always appreciated. I will respond when I can (life is keeping me busy!), and/or come around to visit you at your place soon. Thank you!

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