Birds at Dawn


A variety of birds welcome the dawn. The sky has already turned blue and the remnants of the night fade along the southern horizon. The cattle call in what sounds like the same word repeated over and over, but I am certain on some scale that I cannot hear there is a complexity to their communication that speaks of sentences.

The pastures have started browning out due to heat and lack of rain. In other nearby areas of the countryside fields remain green still. Some of the murkiness in the ponds has started to clear and the mornings are still cool enough to inspire a desire to fish, if only the mosquitos weren’t so bad.

This is one of those peaceful Sunday mornings. The kind you might see filled with thoughts of sleeping in upon first waking. The kind of morning where a cup of coffee or tea might be enjoyed while reading the newspaper on a front porch or balcony. The kind of morning where there isn’t a single human-made noise noticeable, except perhaps for the air conditioner. This is a morning that belongs to the birds.

A woodpecker signals atop an electric pole. Whether it is calling for a mate or merely adding to the symphony of bird sounds that are in play I cannot tell. The winds are so light right now that I hesitate to even call them a light breeze. No matter what dreams or nightmares one experiences during the night, this is the kind of morning that renders any influence of sleep meaningless.

A wisp of a cloud streams from the northern to the southern part of the sky. I’ve watched it develop for almost 15 minutes now. How I wish I had recorded time-lapse videos of the sky years ago. One cannot truly appreciate the clouds in the sky without such daily recordings. Though thankful we have not had a terribly severe spring storm season, it would have been something to have captured severe storms this way.

Tomorrow work on the fields begins. Over the years the trees have made incredible inroads into reclaiming a pasture that went underutilized until this last year. I will leave those that are the hardiest, perhaps a few groupings for the various wildlife, some oaks, a small grouping of wild plums and persimmons, any hickory that have gained a foothold, but the rest will be removed.

The tree tops now show signs of direct sunlight falling across them and it’s time for me to move on to other writing projects. Have a great week everyone.