Birds

The Raid

It looked like a crow was raiding a robin’s nest in the big plum-tree at the end of the yard.  All the robins and chickadees were stirred up flapping and shrieking. It’s gone now.  What damage did it do?

World events and ones closer to home keep me thinking of injustice.  The powerful rule the weak. The unjust prey on those they can trample and oppress. Guns can be had easily by young mad men bent on destruction leaving beloved ones dead in the street. Who will stop this lunacy? How many have to say enough is enough?

The inexpensive jam I bought got to me yesterday.  I normally read the labels, but it was late and I was in a hurry.  Why are companies still making jam with high fructose corn syrup?  I know it must be the cheapest way, the biggest profit margin to be gained.  In the meantime, the rich get richer and the poor get fatter and sicker.

The crow came back.  Was it for another mouthful? When will enough be enough? What can one person do?  I can’t climb that tree and keep shooing away the crow today or everyday.  How do I live in this perplexing world where there is still so much beauty, yet evil runs rampant?

I read today: “Evil may still be a four letter word, but so, thank God,  is love.” (Evil and the Justice of God, N.T. Wright)

I am reminded of the holy words:  “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”  (Romans 12:21) It does no one any good for me to despair, in other words be overcome by evil. It does many much good if I continue to do good and continue to hope. The choice is there, harder on some days than others.

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

 

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The Incident of a Duck and a Dachshund

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Usually our 10 pound Dachshund is pretty obedient.  That is if he perceives we are close enough to grab him.  If he is more than five feet away all bets are off on his obedience.  He reckons if we can’t grab him, he is a free agent.  It was kind of like that today.  Although we had not noticed him slipping silently away when we were looking out across the Puget Sound.

 

It was such a beautiful, freakishly summer-like spring day in the Northwest.  We had walked along the beach towards the pier.  The tide was coming in but there was still plenty of time to get back to the part of the beach that does not disappear when the tide comes in.  The part we were standing on would slowly get smaller and smaller and the water would eventually come all the way up to the rocky embankment.

 

When we did notice that Archie was not right beside us, it was too late.  He was already madly swimming after a Mama duck. We, of course, called and whistled but he completely ignored us.  Pure instinct had taken over. All loyalty to his Master and Mistress thrown to the wind with the scent of that duck in his nostrils. The mama duck swam back a little closer to the shore to be joined by her six chicks.  They kept up a steady chatter of cheeps as they swam after her. Now Archie was chasing her and her 6 chicks.  She took him deeper and deeper.  He didn’t think twice about the frigid temperatures of the Puget Sound or the angry fowl he was chasing.  She kept zigging and zagging and taking him deeper and deeper.  Finally she flew over his head flapping and took him in the opposite direction of her chicks.  They must have had a brief pow-wow.  Something like:  “OK duckies, I’m going to distract this crazy dog and you guys swim that way and I will swim this way.”  It worked for a while but Mama couldn’t ignore her chicks bleating cheeps for too long, so she swam back across Archie to make sure they were OK.

 

By this time Bill was taking his shirt off, emptying his pockets and heading out to the shore across from where this drama was being played out.  All the while, I was praying that Mama duck would lead Archie a little closer to the shore so Bill could grab him.  She eventually did start coming close to shore and Bill jumped into the frigid waters.  He swam close enough to Archie to almost grab him.  Archie finally came to his senses and let Bill separate him from his prey. The two of them came back to shore.  Rescue completed.  I am sure that Mama Duck would thank us if she could, or maybe not.  Maybe she would scold us for our poor obedience training. We hurried back along the ever disappearing shoreline picking our way through the rocks in time to get to the non-disappearing part of the beach. When we came home Archie, planted himself in his favorite chair and slept the rest of the afternoon away.

 

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Birdsong

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I am paying close attention

to the birdsong

this spring.

They stop me at the window

in the yard

on a walk or

on the way to the car.

“We have something to say to you!”

“Are you listening?”

 

As a small girl

I would lie down in the cool

shaded grass

looking up into the green leaves

deciphering the birdsong

code –

the chattering, whistling,

singing from one branch

to another:

“Come to tea!”

“Don’t forget to feed your babies!”

 

Now they are singing

sweet reminders:

“Slow down,

no need to rush.”

“Don’t take life

so seriously.”

“Enjoy this moment with us.”

“We have a secret

we want to sing to you.”

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

 

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