Looking out my study window, I saw
a flock of robins,
at least seven bluejays,
at least four cardinal pairs,
one dove,
assorted finches and sparrows,
two wrens,
a woodpecker.
They were never still. They'd flit to the bird feeders or to the seed on the ground, then flit into the trees. They'd light on the sidewalk and search its borders. They'd soar from tree to tree. One male cardinal chased another through the trees and across the street, then returned calmly to his browsing of the lawn. The rest seemed content to eat in harmony.
I watched for at least twenty minutes. All at once, in a flurry of wings, every bird swooped up from the ground and the lower branches into high branches of the trees or into the wood across the street. A predatory bird above them, a cat or dog nosing its way toward the yard? I saw nothing, but something had alerted them all at the same time and they were gone.
A lovely twenty minutes on a grey day with rain, rain, rain sprinkling down seemingly never-ending.
Thanks to God for beauty in the world.
