Just after dawn, I found a fledgling and motionless bluejay on my terrace, probaby stunned from flying into the window. Emmie Lou, the wild cat, was sitting next to him, a quizical look on her face. I watched for a minute or so, glad to see that my wild cat was not such a good hunter. Perhaps, my plan to keep her well fed with gourmet cat food is working.
I gently picked up the bluejay, warmed him and put him in my bird holding cage and within an hour or so, he was vigorously flapping his wings. Time to be released … time for that lump in my throat … that feeling of awe I always experience … as I watch another wild thing fly skyward.
American goldfinches, brown thrashers, gray titmice, black and white chickadees and red cardinals fill my early morning garden … their colors aglow in the early morning sun … a beautiful contrast to the pinks, yellows, whites and purples of my native flowers.
Noontime finds the swallowtails - black and tiger - dining on my butterfly bushes. The monarchs appeared today - gliding and swooping, diving and soaring. Hardly stopping to alight on the tip of a flower, they seem to be enamored of the pure freedom of flight!
Later on as I sit quietly, a pair of baby rock doves … mourning doves … plays on my terrace not too far from me while baby bluejays scream loudly for their dinner. Grackles are noisily bathing on the ledges of the waterfall and the sun seems to be highlighting the hydrangeas that cascade over the pond.
A bunny is nibbling on clover. The turkey poults are getting big and are enjoying the cracked corn. An exuberant chipmunk is darting out from underneath the flowers …
Heaven for me in my garden of eden …