Birds Gather

Today, while driving down a favorite street of ours, I spotted the large wings of a Texas Turkey Vulture. I shouted for August to look ahead and she only caught a piece of that scene. As we pulled up to a house, there he was, perched on the roof like some antique, cast iron decoration. August exclaimed that he looked majestic and full of pride. We circled around just to see him in all his dignity. 

"How did you even see him, Momee?" I manage to catch a lot of neat little scenes. I told her just being aware and present helps. Sometimes they are symbols meant only for a certain person, so perhaps I was meant to see this bird at this moment. The birds in this area are something to observed and make note of. The other day, as I removed canvas drop cloths from the plants and garden, I heard the annoying, high pitched squawking of a hawk. Their calls do not match their auras. It flew right over, excited about something. 

The vultures gather and begin their kettling in the early morning and go on all day and into the evening. I feel it massages all negativity out of the area. They trade off, going round and round in their groups. If you  watch long enough, perhaps from a hammock, on a sunny day, they will make you drowsy and invite you to nap. The other evening there were grackles flying with them. The grackles were loudly announcing themselves. August said they were probably saying,"Weee look at us, we are flying with big birds." It made me laugh. It did seem that way. I want her to be aware of her natural world, to learn how to read it and feel it. It's one of the benfits of being away from a city right now.

Our Birds, the ones who wait on us to  feed them, have started to tap at our windows, signaling us to step out with some feed. We do. They gather above us, watch and once we leave they head for the bird seed. Some have even followed us as we walk down the street. We can't complain about these little totems who do appear to bring us messages. We love to see the birds gather.