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| SubWhisperer |
on Sun 3 May 09, 8:33 AM to SubWhisperer's blog.
Spring has most definitely sprung - the garden is going ape shit as usual, and with some of the shrubs reaching 20 ft high, the wild life is playing in it ...... and this is my point.
For as far as the eye can see to the east, the gardens are so well kept, so trimmed back, that there is simply nothing of interest to the birds. It becomes an immaculately trimmed wasteland, devoid of wildlife by creatures that vote with their wings.
I park on my drive way, and watch the birds playing in the trees, chasing each other in the bushes, hovering in front of my windscreen as I park in the drive to see who is coming into their playground ......
When I came here ten years ago - there was nothing .......... stripped beds, just a lawn.
I planted, grew, moulded things to suit the way I thought it should be.
Not just an ego ........ an idea - a thought - a vision.
To see a finch hovering in front of the windscreen of my car when I get home at 6am - watching me as I park - folding me into its space ....... making me feel like I'm part of all this before chasing it's patch mates through the bushes I planted for them ......... and for myself.
It's not that they have have inhabited a garden that I have created from bare earth ...... it's the way they have taken it over - the way they rejoice in it - and the way they welcome me home as part of it.
Acceptance.
It's as though they know it's “ours”
You couldn't make that happen if you wanted to ......... so when that finch hovers in front of me, looks at me, checks me out, then goes to play in my tree ..... “our” tree .......
That's when I know I'm home .........
