birds on a line

It’s that time of year when the birds begin lining up on the power lines. It’s as if they are getting ready for their trip south; hanging out with friends, talking about the days to come. Kinda like old guys in small towns sitting together down at the corner coffee shop.

“Been farmin long?”

I imagine the birds chatting as they perch, “Hey, Harry, what route are you and the gang taking this year? Same as last year?”

I always enjoy seeing them perched on the lines, yet it’s with sweet melancholy, because I know that this lining up on the lines is a portent. Winter is on its way.

This morning I heard the honking of geese overhead – out of sight – but I knew what they were up to. I always hate to be left behind, especially when I’m left where it’ll be cold and snowy and those departing will be enjoying the sunny warmth while I shiver! It’s never any fun being left out of the fun! (or the sun!)

As I write, a male cardinal is feeding his youngster. The little bird is perched on a branch above our feeders. He frantically squeak-chirps; his whole body wriggles with desire while his dad drops down to the feeder-box and breaks open a few safflower seeds. Then up he goes, perching on the branch in front of his eager baby-all-a-flutter and places the food in the little guy’s beak. Such a precious sight, a father’s provision. Back and forth, chirps and flutters. Don’t they know winter’s coming?

I think to myself, it’s a little late in the game to have offspring this young, and then I remember, they don’t have a long flight ahead of them. Cardinals don’t ditch us for warmer weather like so many other birds. This makes me happy. One of the most stunningly beautiful birds stays here during the most dreary months. Beauty in the midst of long dark days. Hope embodied in a red feathered form.

I notice that as the leaves of our little Service-berry tree are beginning to change, the feathers of the goldfinches are beginning to darken. Winter is around the bend; both the trees and the birds are preparing.

I always make it through every winter, somehow, and spring always comes again, for which I’m always exuberantly grateful. So,with that knowledge, I’ll enjoy sighting the birds on the lines as they join ranks for their trip to warmer climes. I forgive them for leaving me behind! Besides, just seeing them makes me smile and brings delight to my heart. I know they’ll be back, just like Spring, and that’s good enough for me!

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5 Responses to “birds on a line”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    Oh, how beautiful! Your words take me there. I too love to watch the birds as the seasons change. Thank you, thank you for painting such a beautiful word picture.

  2. Patricia Says:

    Beautiful images. Thank you.

    • Kris Says:

      Patricia, thanks for reading and giving me a response. That always means a lot that someone takes the time to let me know they read my post! Thank you too!

  3. Deb Schmidt Says:

    Love it, Kris! I can just picture it all in my mind as you paint the image with your words. Thank you for continuing to write. You bless me!

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