Safe Place

I finally made it to the store yesterday to get a big bag of black oil sunflower seeds - evidently the only seed my bird friends care for - within minutes of dumping the feeder and refilling it I had three male cardinals, Miriam (the female), wrens, a hermit thrush, and unidentified warbler, a flock of titmouse, and the chickadees.  When they finished a young squirrel made its way over.  I scared it when it was time for me to go.  

This lesson is officially learned - Black Oil Sunflower Seeds ONLY.

Welcome back friends.

Emerging

It has been a busy couple of days... And there has been a lot of rain.  I didn't manage to get to my sit spot early this morning - I needed the extra sleep today.  When I finally made it my body felt the exhale...

A silent sigh followed by gentle relaxation washed over me as yet another drizzle of rain passed through all while the wren in the southeast sang.  

The highway is roaring with folks going home from the football game and I am sitting here silently sighing.

Wet Web

The rivers and the creeks are up.  

The precipitation seems about as relentless as my cough.  

The woods are quiet - not even squirrels or chipmunks are out.  

A few days ago I googled where birds go when it rains... I had my suspicions but wanted to confirm.  Like us, they try to stay dry and warm, and like us, they reach a point where they just have to get out to survive.  Guess I'm going to have to get out and get bird seed they like if I want my friends to come back - if the sun ever shines again. (I am probably one of the few people still not minding the rain - please don't hate on me) 

A cool fact I didn't know is that birds have an oil on their feathers - it's not even enough to be a drop.  It repels water so their down doesn't get wet.  Birds are so cool.