midnight prowling,
patio door is opened wide
and I stand scanning the garden,
a blink, another blink, and yet another.
I gasp, and giggle,
“you have found me!”
says I to the night air filled with lights.
Thank you for renewing life,
I whisper,
as they fly blinking sky wards
There is such serenity
in the garden this night,
the Ponds surface shimmers
in the evening breeze
while hyacinths and lettuces
float among the orbs.
The only man made sound
is Bach’s Cello Suites
emanating from speakers
out into the garden
where I sit and savour
sights and sounds.
Robinnettes have recently
left their nests
chortle from the garden,
calling to their parents
for substance
while both know they are safe.
Soon, sparrows and chickadee’s
fly in and sing their songs.
Were they drawn in by the cello?
Or the serenity?
I will never know and it doesn’t matter
for I am enraptured with their song.
The wicker chaise
calls me name, come lay with me,
let me arms wrap around you
and keep you safe while you dream.
The invitation is enticing...
While my garden is a serenity of greens, yellows and whites
the patio is, how shall I write, an in your face of colour.
I must be living a good life and one with nature.
Last year there were three nests with mums’ nestled in.
One was vacated after a hawks visit. A bold one it was.
The mum left never to return after the attack.
This year there has been one successful brood of two babes
who are thriving in the garden, and they are huge!
Rick and Roll bathe daily in the Pond, each taking their time.
I am quite happy with their growth.
Rick and Roll sprung from the nest over the drive side door.
After they left, another mum redecorated the nest to her liking.
Presently there are two babes, again, sheltered, loved,
and now daily screaming “feed me” “feed me”.
I tried to banish nesting on the column at the main entrance
but she worked over night and within 12 hours her home was woven.
What could I do after her energy spent building her nest?
Ruth and Rupert are now proud parents of two babes.
I warned both that this was my home so deal with my living here
and I will be entering and exiting this doorway at all hours.
That hasn’t worked out so well as both parents are a tad protective,
dive bombing and loudly chirping their warning when I’m near.
To date there was one successful brood and two more on their way.
Last year there were four broods out of two nests. Not bad at all.
Mind you the weather was more agreeable and they all survived
without late snow blizzard and freezing temperatures.
Nature does sing its own tune and I happily sing along.
