The air is cold but I only feel the chill when the air is moving around. A chickadee breaks the silence. It sounds happy. Snow is covering everything, there is less to land on and yet the birds remain contented. Maybe it is the warm glow in the sky this morning. The sunrise has given a pink hue to the sky. The East facing homes, the trees, and especially the steeple, even a tv antenna are all reflecting the fiery glow. Magic that is enough to put a skip in a step or an extra whistle in your bird call. Enjoy the day.
Christmas lights have appeared on various homes on my street now… and I am sitting on my porch without a jacket. All different styles of displays, the vintage white lights, the subtle, and the modern display including a blow up Santa. Santa looks great when the air is on but during the day he just looks like another old man the morning after a bender. More of the opposite feel than what the Christmas decoration magic is trying to capture. I have yet to put my garland and lights up and today seems like a warm enough day to get that started.
A seagull flies by with it’s usual call, as if by an ocean or lake…or McDonalds. Alas it is the canal and lake boats behind my home that attracts them. The rest of the birds have started their conversations… talking over each as if their story is more important than the others. Maybe it is just a collective joy… best Christmas display ever.
Definitely quieter highway noise on a Saturday morning. You can pick out the individual trucks a bit more. It is broken up by 3 long blasts from a train in the distance. The birds that were so quiet a minute ago have now all started chattering at once. It is quite the production adding to that the sound of quick wings flapping. The birds are happy. I don’t need to ask why, just contented with the outcome. The air is so still until I wrote that sentence, now the flag moves slightly. The daily ritual of my neighbour walking his older dog Chief, usually end with the dog getting carried home. He is happy to be outside nonetheless. You don’t ask why, you are just contented with the outcome.
It seems a little darker but brighter this morning. Snowflakes are slowly falling to the ground. There is so little of them, you can follow their decent, you can even count them. The flakes remind me of the flying pattern of tiny summer bugs. A neighbour and her young dog have walked by stopping every 10 m. It seems she is training the dog to walk. The birdfeeder gang are quieter than usual this morning as if keeping the food to themselves. A slight wind in the winter makes the air colder but makes my thawed flag fly proudly. It must be difficult for a bird to land on a branch when it is moving. Darker grey clouds in the sky today is contrasted with brighter blue skies to the south. The wind increases and takes away my ability to breathe. That has always been a frustrating part of winter for me. The snow has stopped, the dark clouds a little brighter with a hint of red from the sun rising. What was dark can be bright again.