Anyway, we had arbitrated a compromise and were peacefully enjoying the sunshine, the light breeze, a little birdsong. (Magellan may have been licking his lips at the birds because I think I spotted a little kitty dribble on his chin.) There we were, absorbed in our own reveries, when all of a sudden "there arose such a clatter", oops, sorry, wrong season, when all of a sudden there was a bunch of racket in the corner of the yard.
Back to the story. You may notice the leaves and debris surrounding my happy bench. Who knows when we'll finish cleaning up the clutter. (Sometimes Tom gets that "Tomorrow is another day," attitude about yard work. In my head I'm yelling, "Just shut up, Scarlett!") Roughly speaking, I'd say there's several inches of stuff down there, and it sounded like that the ruckus was coming from that direction.
Peering around His Majesty, pressing my nose against the screen, I could finally detect a bunch of the dried leaves looking like tiny explosives were being detonated under them. We kept watching and eventually saw at least two birds who were the culprits, but what were they doing?
More detonating, more flying leaves, and then the birds would stop like they were looking intently at or for something, but what? This went on for several minutes, and may would have longer except the two mastodon dogs next door decided it was run and play time. So much for the birds.
Lately and all too often, it's felt like I've been detonating leaf bombs. Making a big noise and a bigger mess, and either being scared off course or not finding what I was looking for.
When I was looking for a suitable picture for the quote box, I learned that birds do that crazy leaf dance in the spring. They're either rooting out a nest, or gathering materials to build one. And I learned they are not easily deterred. If one spot doesn't work out, they keep trying until they find one that will. Why? Because down deep in their little birdy hearts, they know what's important.
Huh! Why can't it be that simple for us incredibly endowed, educated and enlightened human beings? Have you exploded any leaf bombs lately? Or have you relocated looking for just the right spot to . . . ? Or maybe you already know what's really important, but how did you know?
26 Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father keeps feeding them. Are you not worth much more than they?