There are so many signs that our seasons, here in the Midwest, may be turning the corner from summer to fall. The weather has been rainy and drippy. We have also been noticing the bird population is changing.
The hawks seem to be plentiful and braver in the fall…or maybe they are trying to prepare for the coming winter when hunting seems to become scarce. We had a bird hawk decide our bird bath was a great opportunity to get a drink and clean up a bit.
He stayed until he noticed us peering at him through the window. It was hard to stand still and yet get a picture, while he was watching us watch him!
I am not really so happy to see the hawk on our bird bath. I have seen one like him pluck a robin right off the ground as the robin was searching for worms! I like the songbirds we have around here and they are definitely not safe when there are hawks around.
For a couple weeks now, we have not seen the robins. The Orioles no longer inhabit the grove and sing in the trees. The cliff swallows have arrived in a large group while on their way through, to wherever it is they migrate to for the winter. We have had large flocks of blackbirds rest in our trees on their way to their destination.
In the misty mornings, the swallows fill the electric wires behind the house. They are quiet while they sit there waiting for the sun to burn off the fog. The entire world is hushed and still in the fog and the birds seem to sense this and not want to be the first to break the silence.
I love the misty mornings. The world is small and focus is narrowed to what is essential. The quiet morning lends itself to good conversation while sitting on the porch drinking that first coffee/tea of the day. It also lends itself to just sitting there quietly listening to the dew drip from the trees and the eaves of the house.
I really wonder how many of the world’s problems could be solved if more people would sit with cup in hand, on their porch and talk things out. Or maybe if they just sat silently enjoying what God had set before them? I have a feeling it would be a much more peaceful place.
The quietness of the fog seems to take the harsh edges off the coming day. It seems to wrap us in a blanket of peace and blessing.
May you have time in your busy week to sit and enjoy the silence of the morning and may you be blessed by the little things in life……..like a quiet foggy morning.
“When you arise in the morning,
think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive
– to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
Marcus Aurelius quotes
“a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak”