It is June and today it actually feels like June! The sun is shining brightly and the birds are out and about, making their nests. One chickadee pair is nesting right on our deck in a birdhouse that has such a small hole it makes me claustrophobic just watching them crawl in there!
This morning a little yellow-breasted bird hit our kitchen window and sat on the deck, stunned. Its mate actually came by and checked on it but then flew off. Since then, the stunned one has survived (thank goodness!) and I hope they'll be back building their nest.
These little birds remind me of the frailty of life although I don't really need another reminder as I have had plenty these months. The chickadees building their nest are a happier lot it seems, but life is always lived on the edge, and like the bird who hit the window, we are never prepared for that edge.
I celebrated a birthday recently, and it was a significant one since this year will be my last one as a septuagenarian. With it comes the recognition more clearly, that, as Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote,
They have their day and cease to be;
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
As I wrote in my last post, May was April Fool's month because it felt more like March than May.
So I read more books in May than I normally would.
Last night I attended a book launch -- a highlight for me.The whole event seemed so hopeful in spite of the fact that the author had lost her husband in February 2021.
My friend and fellow writer, Dora Dueck, launched her book Return Stroke: essays and memoir.
She is the author of four books of fiction, but this one, her own thoughts on various topics, is the best one of them all !"
I'm looking forward to reading more of Dora's book and then reflecting on what I've gained from it.






Thank you, Elfrieda, for another thoughtful posting.
ReplyDeleteYou are more than welcome! Thank you for reading!
DeleteI quite agree with you about Dora's new book. It is the work of a philosopher-poet even though it is written in prose. Few memoirs rise to this level. I join your salute! And happy birthday. May each remaining day in your 70s be lived as fully as those little birds. After all, "the littlest birds sing the sweetest songs."
ReplyDelete“Philosopher/poet is a good way to describe Dora. Thank you for your birthday wishes, Shirley!
DeleteLike you, I'm a squinty-eyed bird observer. I am amazed at the lengths these birdies go to protect their young. Just like the chickadees in your birdhouse with the tiny door, the birds that have selected my off-the-ground begonia planter had an eye for the distraction of flowers. "His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He cares for me."
ReplyDeleteAgain, happy birthday, may this year usher in fresh strength and new opportunities, Elfrieda!
This morning I found an empty little bird nest under the lilac bush and had a moment of sadness. But life goes on! Thank you for your birthday wishes, Marian! I am grateful for my health!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this Elfrieda! I’m happy the little stunned bird was ok.
ReplyDeleteMe too! I was hoping to get a photo of the two, but it flew away before I could do it!
DeleteFrom Ruth by email: Thankyou for another thoughtful blog Elfrieda and for the gift of Dora’s new book. I look forward to reading it and it was so nice to attend this event together.
ReplyDeleteAs for the bird hitting your window I experienced that twice yesterday but both little birds shook themselves and carried on. I was so happy to see they both lived….that was a sign of hope for me🙏. These little feathered creatures have so many experiences we can all learn from❤️
You’re welcome, Ruth! It was nice to attend the reading together
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