Winter,
January Glory
I
never tire of the snow, with the tracery of tree branches
and the blue shadows. Our resident crows
are stark black with sheen of subtle purple and blue. I
put food on the patio to attract them, and my canary watches,
but feels no rapport. However, in the summer, when
goldfinches come, she really perks up.
Why
is it that as age erodes our energy, we love to look at
animal energy? I watch the geese feeding like cattle
on our grounds, the herons by the pond, the hawks and crows,
and myriads of birds in the summertime. I enjoy caring
for my caged bird, the maternal instinct of nurturing never
seems
to wane. It even carries over in tending to indoor
bulbs and house plants.
Our
woods house foxes, groundhogs, and deer, I am elated when
they wander out to be seen. Delicate fox tracks thrill
me. Once, at dusk, she brought her twin kits to look
for voles in my garden. Oh! MY!!!
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