In my last post, I used the phrase “songbird sanctuary.” I meant, of course, that I like to think of the Doublewide Ranch as a refuge for songbirds, where they are loved and appreciated and where I plant shrubs and flowers specifically to provide berries or seeds for their dining pleasure (plenty of juicy bugs, too!)
But when I think about it, it’s a sanctuary for us, as well. When the ways of the world don’t make sense (and they’re really not making sense these days), I can think of nothing more soothing and peaceful than wandering about, watching my avian friends. I know I’ve written about it many times, but It’s worth mentioning again since there’s no way I can make a list of Thirty Things I’m Grateful For without acknowledging the joy and tranquility that birds provide. And I think the word “sanctuary” is appropriate in more ways than one. There’s nowhere I feel more of a sense of the holy than outside watching birds dart and soar in the heavens.
I’m going to miss my fellow bird lover, Benjamin, when he leaves eight days from now. Not only does he share my pleasure in watching birds, but he can almost always name the bird we’re seeing or hearing. And since I gave him my camera, he has taken some amazing shots and videos. Here’s one he made of two pileated woodpeckers in our back yard. (No, that’s not our house you see in the background—wish it were. And, by the way, the “Mr. B” who composed and played the “Woodpecker March” was none other than Mr. Benjamin himself). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZIdZ6btiLg&feature=context-gfa
I am grateful to the songbirds who make the Doublewide Ranch a sanctuary for us, where our spirits are revived and where we find peace and solace for our weary souls.