An Order of Things

Ever since I was a little girl I have loved to treat or feed the critters who crossed my path. Beetles will not eat cheese and moles do not need a plastic tub over their mound. As an adult I haven't changed and feed the birds year round, and leave peanuts out for the squirrels and Blue Jays . This year I added a dish full of water on the corner of the deck. As the water tubs filled to the brim with fresh water for the pigs surely can't be handy enough nor is the bird bath a half yard away. It has been hot, and a month since we have seen rain. The grass has turned yellow out in the pasture and I fight the urge to go out and bring water to every tree on the acreage. I watch from my desk the Chickadees and Sparrows waiting out the Blue Jays who dominate the feeder. Little birds flutter about searching the ground for fallen seed as they wait out there turn at the feeders. The clouds came in from no where and the sky turned dark. Mother nature let go of her bounty and the rain filled all of my senses. I looked out to the feeder. And under its peaked roof, perched is a Sparrow and a Blue Jay - a pair who never would share the feeder before. My spirit is lifted as these two share the protection of a little cedar roof and there is an order of things, while they wait out the storm.