When the skies cleared, the red tailed hawk took to gliding over the air currents .
Weaving hither and about, it mesmerizes like the swinging watch of the hypnotist.
To and fro, searching for food. Small rodents, snakes and the like
I wonder if the smaller Coopers Hawks will come visit this summer.
The sparrows pay no mind. It is rare that little birds are snatched from bird feeders. That is usually the scalpel precision of falcons. Otherwise, the arms of the mature cultivated garden make it difficult for larger predatory birds to successfully swoop in for dinner..
Other than the striking emerald green laws, it is hard to imagine the pounding the rain gave last weekend. 1.10" between midnight and daylight, with a thunder strike nearby. My husband told me the lightning flash and thunderous cymbal crash were nearly syncopated. The house heaved- awakening me from a deep slumber with thoughts of tornadoes. It mustn't have hit a house: such close calls with disaster usually makes the news, Things that because things that frighten make the news.
The wind blew dry anything it didn't plain blow-away. The smallest portion of warmth is enough to bring out the butterflies. Swallowtails and Painted ladies this week.
|Painted lady nectaring from a scabiosa|
When spring is young, even the lizards are lovely. I've never noticed one with such a beautiful blue belly.
Or maybe this wonderment was here all along. What changed is this winter I got a lesson in slowing down. In paying attention to the details. In savoring life.
God bless you all. Thanks to the support and prayers of people like You, I understand the importance of the expression "Thank God that's over with."
Thank you to Gerry Plunk for using my camera to take these photos while I was locked up in a witness hearing room. Glad to be home.