It’s Easter Break and I’m at my computer at home instead of at work this morning. That means I get to look out the window at our bird feeders, which I just filled about five minutes ago. I love our yard. The activity is nonstop. In the past few minutes I’ve counted 30 indigo buntings, a beautiful little blue bird about sparrow size, 5 blue jays, 5 doves, 3 cardinals, 2 brown thrashers, 2 red bellied woodpeckers, 1 red headed woodpecker, and 6 squirrels. There’ll be a lot more doves, cardinals, and squirrels across the day.
Last night we had our usual posse of raccoons. At one point after Lana had thrown out the scraps I heard something fall over on the back porch and went to look. A coon was up on the railing and walked right up to the glass back door and peered in while I was standing there. A little later I saw a possum in the yard.
I grew up in the country, of course, and have seen a lot of critters in my life. I think I’m enjoying them more now than I ever did before, though. I’ve spent most of my life either daydreaming or working. And whenever I’m doing either of those things, I do them in an intensely immersed state that doesn’t allow for many distractions. Finally now, in my fifth decade, I’m starting to look up occasionally from whatever has my attention at the moment and just watch the life around me. I owe Lana for a lot of this. She’s taught me quite a bit about just experiencing without having to analyze. It’s rather a joy.