It’s time to reclaim my friends

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Rabindranath Tagore

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(long abandoned blue bird eggs / Julie Cook / 2014)

I know they were just two trees.
I know they were sick.
I know they needed to be cut . . .
. . .yet they were more than just trees.
They were homes.
They were alfresco dinning.
They were shelter.
They were shade.

Adjusting to their absence is not proving easy.
Just walking outside, immediately into the blinding sun, is a constant and very hot reminder–as are the two massive bare spots now covered in straw.

There is one glaring change, however, that is proving almost too painful to bare.
The sound.
There is no sound.
No rustling of leaves.
No rush of wind.
Yet the most startling loss of sound is from my feathered freinds.
No chirping.
No singing.
No fluttering of my birds.

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This image of St Francis is on a little card I picked up several years ago when visiting Assisi. It is one of my favorite images of Francis. There is adoration, joy, wonderment, and even serenity.
Arms outstretched, wounds of a stigmata are bourn on hands and feet. . .and the birds rejoice!

The birds rejoice.

And so, with that notion in mind. . .it was time I took matters into my own hands—It was time for me to bring back my birds!! The bevy of constant activity and action taking place on a daily basis just past my window in the two beautifully majestic oaks–both now gone, now silent, now bare.

Fast forward to this morning. . .

I pulled into the massive parking lot, practically jumping from my car, immediately grabbing a buggy (aka for non southerners, shopping cart) and making my way inside the store like a crazy woman on a mission, I then make a bee line to the source of my need.

I push the cart past the ant poison, grabbing two cans–can’t ever have enough ant poison, past the displays of fake christmas trees (helllooo we haven’t even had Halloween yet. . .I digress), past the tropical plants,ooooo pretty orchids–pay attention!! all the way to the back wall.
Looking past the rows of fertilizers, past the potions of weed be gone, past the bottles of gopher poison (do we even have gophers and why should we be killing them??)
Oh, look, sacks upon sacks of rattlesnake killer. . .interesting. . .do I need that?
FOCUS!!!

Moving methodically along the shelf, I finally stop dead in my tracks, for at last, the path of searching and seeking has finally lead to that which I have so desperately sought—-the bird feeders, the bird seeds, the bird houses, the bird suet, the mealy worms?!. . .
EXCELLENT!!

“Cut down my trees. . .huh uh”
Defiant thoughts run through my head as I gleefully pile my buggy (cart) to the brim as if in a trance.

Once back home, it’s assembly time.
I bought a telescopic “pole” thingie, of which will take the place of a tree. I know, I know, it’s a stretch yes, but I was a girl scout—one must always be prepared and must make do with what’s available!!!
Locating a sledge hammer, I proceed to pound that sucker into the ground. It will afford me to hang up 4 feeders. Woooowhooooo!
I found a cute little suet house which holds two suet packs.
I found a really interesting feeder that holds 4 pre molded pods of seed. Oh the advancements in feeding the birds!
Ooooooo!!

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Finally putting on all the finishing touches, I step back to admire my bird “retreat”

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Hummmmmm. . .
Too much?
Ok, so maybe it’s a bit over the top.
Maybe it makes me look a tad desperate. Don’t answer that.
Maybe Peaches is not exactly a welcoming mat (welcoming cat, get it. . . digressing)
Now it is time to head back inside and wait.
And woe to first raccoon, with hot little paws, attempting to undo what I spent all afternoon doing–otherwise I’ll be right back at that store taking a close second look at that gopher poison. . .just saying.

8 comments on “It’s time to reclaim my friends

  1. David says:

    A successful trip to the store then Julie – and some interesting purchases. I like that chunky looking feeder with the pods of seed.

    We call a buggy/shopping cart a shopping trolley. Funny how there are so many names for the same thing.

    Fortunately we do not have raccoons. Just the occasional thieving squirrel. And a couple of years ago an adventurous rat who was plundering several other gardens too. Blessings. David

  2. Christine Ledford says:

    Love the photo with the chairs (and cat). Beautiful retreat. I could spend hours there with a great book in hand. Lovely!

    • as my students would so fondly have noted…”girl, where you been?”
      I’ve missed your beautiful images and posts CK—-hope all is well—I’ve got a spare chair, come on down any time πŸ™‚
      hugs—Julie

  3. Lynda says:

    It is such a beautiful retreat! As I read this I was thinking “Woe to anyone who gets in Julie’s way when she is on a mission!”. :). Enjoy the fruits of your labours!

    PS – We call it a “buggy” in Canada as well.

    • Ahhh Lynda—you know me oh too well πŸ™‚ I laughed out loud reading your comment!
      Perseverance as well as tenacious like a bulldog πŸ™‚
      Much love and happy Ignatius readings πŸ™‚
      love to you—Julie

  4. ptero9 says:

    Love it Julie! You go girl!
    xoxo
    Debra

  5. I think it’s a splendid thing and definitely NOT over the top. The more the merrier I always say. I hope you get lots and lots of feathered friends at your new feeding stations. Love and hugs, N πŸ™‚ ❀

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