I found this night-hawk on my bicycle ride the other morning. He was just laying in the middle of the trail. I picked him up, put him in my pocket and took him home. I am not really sure why, I guess I just like to feel connected to the wild side of life. I took this photo, examined his beautiful feathers, and then gave him a proper burial under the weeping willow in the meadow.
This summer has gone by so fast. This life of mine is going by so fast. I have so many things I want to do, want to accomplish, and sometimes I feel like time is slipping away, and I am never quite able to catch up. When I held this wild little whippoorwill in my hands, I immediately felt grounded. I felt my heart swell up in admiration for the life this creature lived. A life so simple and so connected to the earth. Each day a service of self and family. Never taking more than needed and always fighting to survive.
After I buried this little guy, I made a deal with myself that every time I felt overwhelmed in life, I would remember the feelings I had, when I held him in my hands. Maybe a fleeting gesture towards calmness, but a gesture all the same. I hope your days are treating you well, and I can’t wait to catch up on some other great things that have been happening around my little mountain meadow lately.
XX, and remember to unfurl your plume and ruffle your beautiful tail feathers every once in a while!!