Deng Ming-Doa writes:
Sleek sky of cobalt blue;
Water like nectar satisfies deeply;
Air sweeter than the best perfume;
Sunlight warms a grateful cat
He then goes on to point out that we should take happiness when it comes.
The world comes into us via our tv news or doom scrolling on the internet. The conversation at the coffee shop quickly deteriorates to this or that trivial woe.
My Ballarat connexion daughter once pulled that sort of talk up by exclaiming, “It’s not that important to people in Africa suffering from Covid!”
No matter how much we’d prefer it another way, we get the weather that is coming to us. Standing outside in sunshorts, suncream and a beach umbrella will not stop the momentous storm coming on the horizon. Similarly putting on a Drizabone and waiting for rain won’t bring it any faster.
Sometimes a trip to a birding area is like that. We turn up with all the ‘right’ equipment and the birds are no where to be seen. Or we take a minimum of gear and wish for that ‘magic’ piece that is at home in the camera cupboard.
EE and I were sitting quietly on a picnic table at Point Cook just recently, the tide was in, the birds were gone, and all we had was the music of the wavelets on the sand, the gentle sigh of a breeze in the pines and the warmth of the sunshine.
Sometimes it’s good to be a grateful cat.
The Welcome Swallows were feeding among the tall grasses on the roadside. Everyso often it was time for a rest. Some perches were more preferred than others.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST 