I spent part of the day at a wildlife refuge, where it was my privilege to see the head of one bald eagle peeking out over the edge of a nest, and the other eagle flying around hunting and delivering food.
I've also been watching the nest of red-tailed hawks at Cornell, via webcam:
the first egg of the season was laid today. (The webcam is great to
watch, especially once the eggs hatch. But be warned, if you're
sensitive about "Nature, red in tooth and claw," that if you watch live
streaming footage of birds of prey, you will eventually see them
I've also enjoyed Melodye Shore's account of a hummingbird nest that this year produced two new offspring.
elemental activity--the nesting and the raising of young birds--is
keeping me grounded this spring. These birds are going about their
business, tending to the very basics of life. It's been a comfort,
especially at a time when the human race just can't seem to get its act
together, when we resort to the tired old weapons of violence and
discrimination. You would think that with disease, poverty, aging, and
resource scarcity to deal with, we would have enough problems without
creating new ones to inflict upon ourselves. I am weary of reading about
all the ways in which people punish one another, the ways in which we
try to control one another, the ways in which we refuse to live and let
live. (If you are weary, too, Beth Kephart has some thoughts on kindness you might want to read.)
has long been the thing that brings me back in touch with myself.
Nature is not always kind, either, but there is a refreshing lack of
malice in it. And the scent of the earth thawing is sweet.