Nature Write

The kids and I took thirty minutes to observe nature from our window during the rain. Then we wrote from our inspirations and shared our writing with each other.

The tree stands barely cloaked in its foliage, receiving new growth green sprout by sprout. They come to the seeds numerous times a day--fluttering to stay atop one feeder or finding just the right method of entry for the other. Blue-Jays and Cardinals, or Squirrels.

The Mourning Doves prefer to stay close to land, selecting from the seeds that fall from the feeder, a result of seeming greed and haste--or the squirrels.

Determined little creatures they are, the squirrels. They don't know that the feeders are not meant for them and they snub their intended food. They don't even care that one feeder was designed SPECIFICALLY to keep them out. They simply circled and circled, studied and studied, tried and tried--they eventually gained their entry and feasted on seed, bird seed.

There is a lesson in this squirrel behavior--if you've never been told that some things can't happen, won't happen or of the general nature of impossibility, improbability or unlikelihood, nothing is out of your reach. Rather, ambitions are merely paths to puzzles that must be solved, conundrums that have a solution for the determined.

Like the squirrel who circles, studies, tries and succeeds only to look out on the humans from the inside of the squirrel-proof bird feeder.

The Blue Jay flies onto the tree and off again--his colors darker and more vibrant because of the rain. A nibble of seed, a look around and off again.

The Woodpecker is our more unusual guest today, a highlight that we do not get often enough but what a pleasure to observe the deep red-capped head and skillful beak hunting out food on the trunk of the pine tree.

Not one has found the window feeder yet or perhaps it's that they do not dare its proximity to the window but I hold to the hope of 'build it they will come' from Field of Dreams.

More appropriately, Feeder of Dreams--it has been hung, now will they come?

I have my money on the squirrels.