Seasons

Early Fall Morning

Nothing sounds the alarm like a bluejay. There is something going on deep in the woods this morning. I know this because the bluejays have been alerting the area and spreading the word for the last 20 minutes. We may never know the exact situation… perhaps one of the outdoor cats is on patrol, possibly a red-tailed hawk is circling, or it could be a human intruder. Now, the cardinals join in, adding their low-pitched “chip” to the piercing crow-like “caw” of the jays. Then, the red-bellied woodpecker and the chickadees add their two-cents worth, and there are a few more calls that I can’t quite identify. For a while, this wild discordant “noise” dominates the area, impossible to ignore. My grey tabby, Rose, listens and stares intently at the backyard from her window seat. Neither of us can see what’s going on, though Rose gives the impression that she knows.  Then quickly, the noise fades. Suddenly, it’s quiet. The threat has passed; the area is secure once again and everyone can get back to the business of the day.

These relatively brief yet intense episodes happen frequently. They remind me of how much is going on in nature “behind-the-scenes.” Often, on a cool, still morning such as this, I think about all the dramatic scenes that are being played out inside and outside of my own backyard. It boggles the mind. Even now, in the the distance I can hear a hawk screaming and another jay scolding. A small grey squirrel scampers along the back fence. What’s his mission? Hummingbirds fight over the nectar feeder, zooming back and forth with incredible speed and then alighting on a branch to glare at each other. A faded-red cardinal works to feed his two hungry chicks in a nearby bush. The babies flutter their wings with great energy and cheep constantly… great hunger or simply the typical behavior of a growing young cardinal? How much of what we see and hear is interpreted by humans to be dramatic and how much is just day-to-day living in nature’s realm? And maybe, there is no difference….

Seasons

Sounds Like Fall

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It’s big!

Welcome to a fabulous fall morning! It’s great to feel that crisp, cool air and listen to it softly swoosh through the trees. It makes sitting on the couch with a cat and a blanket extra heavenly. And, bonus… it’s Saturday!  I’m working my way through my first (BIG!) cup of coffee while a sweet downy woodpecker taps softly on the lilac bush just outside the window.  She is working much harder for her breakfast than me.The crows are also energetically calling to each other, no doubt getting the day’s plans in place. In my neighbor’s yard, a cardinal cheeps out an important message to someone. Two chickadees in the front peach tree have a spirited discussion. Since before sunrise, about 6:30 or so these days, the birds have been busy. One of the benefits of fall is sleeping with the windows open, and it’s wonderful to wake to these sounds of nature.

Meanwhile, it’s now 7:30, and someone is taking his first big nap of the day. As this guy has gotten older, he’s been more about getting his daily napping in than worrying about what the birds are up to. Besides, he’s got the whole day ahead of him… what’s the rush?IMG_1882

 

As the sun rises, the wind picks up a bit. The leaves continue their whooshing and a few crickets add their two-cents-worth to the mix, but now other noises start to invade this restful soundscape. In the subdivision behind our house, a garbage truck makes it’s rounds. Unusual for a Saturday, but this is the weekend after Labor Day. A helicopter flies over; two neighbors out walking stop to chat; cars drive their owners to the store or some other errand. It all adds up to create a background of white noise that too often masks the sounds of nature.

So, it’s important to always be listening. Every now and then, the white noise lessens or even stops. For a second, the world seems completely silent, silent enough to catch your attention, silent enough to make you stop and look around, wondering what’s wrong. Then, the sounds of nature emerge. Once again you can hear the whooshing of the wind through the leaves and the conversations of the birds and crickets. And what else? The rustling of a bush or the cracking of a branch–woodchuck? Squirrel? Chipmunk? Close your eyes and take a few moments to listen. The sounds of fall are not to be missed, and soon… all too soon… the white noise will return.