Sunday, 26 April 2020
“Oh, to be awoken so gently
W.Quinn
by the robin’s sweet lullaby
as the sun slowly rises in the eastern sky.
Pale hues of pink and blue emerge as morning breaks.”
I awoke this morning to the sounds of a robin singing. One of my favourite sounds, and one I miss a lot during the winter months. I forced myself to get out of bed, my heart wanting to watch the sun rise, my body wanting another 20 minutes in a warm comfortable bed, my cats wanting to eat. The sunrise and cats won.
Much to my delight, my body felt good after yesterday’s garden workout. I watched the short sunrise as pink hue disappeared behind a ceiling of clouds. A poem formed in my head as I turned from the window, fed the cats and went back to bed. I couldn’t sleep as the words were flowing and needed to be written before they escaped me for another. I live for moments like that!
April 30 is the last day for the Feeder watch program. My count days are Sunday and Mondays, which makes today and tomorrow my last days for this season. (They extended the program by one month to give us something to look forward to during the COVID hibernation.) In all honesty, I don’t stop counting during the off season. I just don’t record it. Once you start bird watching, recognizing the birds and their calls, it becomes second nature to notice who is hanging around and who is missing, and noticing when a new bird has moved into town!
Goldfinch 
Red-winged blackbird 
Chipmunk
This morning’s pale sunrise was surpassed by this evening’s bright sunset:
Tonight’s sunset
Creativity is the calling of the soul 