January 23, 2023 The Universe is always speaking to us. We just need to listen. Two days after I wrote about my ambivalence of birding as rarity-driven chasing, checking-off-the-box listing, see-it-and-leave-it bird-spotting, three birders from Sweden drove up to the yard to glimpse my Cassin’s finches, which obliged them by perching high in the elderberry tree. The birders stayed for ten minutes (mostly because I stopped them to chat). Then they were off to the Chiricahua Mountains for Montezuma quail before returning to Houston to catch a flight home. The Swedes didn’t even get out of their rental car.
Thank you for this. Your writing touched a place in me that needed to release. My tears and I thank you. We don't always know what we need, but as you say "The Universe is always speaking to us. We just need to listen." thank you.
Thank you for this. Your writing touched a place in me that needed to release. My tears and I thank you. We don't always know what we need, but as you say "The Universe is always speaking to us. We just need to listen." thank you.
That’s fascinating, especially about a species that here is so common I hardly pay them any mind.
WOW! Nature is unrelentingly inventive! Thank you for your eye-opening observations & that amazing photo of a red headed woodpecker. Happy trails!