Songbirding

“In the woods,
I am the absence of woods…”
Daniel Mcdawson

I just recently went birding (crows aren’t my only bird of interest) and then wrote me a sentence…

When you first enter a promising area of birding—be it near trees, bush, or field—most of the birds fly away. They hide. Although you still hear them, or a chorus of them, you can’t see a one.

It’s only after you’ve stood still for an unspecified amount of time, when you’ve forgotten about the hubbub of your compartmentalized life, when the nagging of bills and the obligations of deadlines cease, when all of it drifts off as far away as possible, away with the breeze and the rustle of leaves, when all of a half-hour passes, or more—you don’t know—when you’ve taken less than ten steps, when a tiny shadow of a creature alights on a far branch, when three of them do, when you put the binoculars to your face and discover of patch of color so brilliantly yellow on a songbird wing, when all of the colors of the afternoon, when all the trees and the sky and the water, when all is saturated in the calm of the day, when a harmless, colorful visitor alights into view and prompts you to do nothing but admire, when, in the woods, you become a part of the woods…

One thought on “Songbirding

  1. And what a lovely sentence it is!
    For one who says he doesn’t meditate, I would call that a forest meditation, an activity that often leads to nice sentences, thoughts, and feelings. Perhaps your declaration is just a matter of semantics.

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