Feathered Friends

The song birds have returned to the Sanctuary and their music fills the sky. It is a reminder Willy is not here and how my life has changed since he moved onto to his spiritual duties. The songs of one particular friend will always be, to me, Willy's song... the song which we both listened to his last day with me on this plane. His return at first haunts me but quickly changes into a reminder that he is still here. The cherry trees are in full blossom and the squirrels have picked blossoms and scattered them on the ground - I am sure to annoy me into filling the feeders. For a moment I looked out the window and the tree was adorned with the vivid beauty of blue jays, God's Christmas tree. Their color was spectacular and I called out to my Mom to share in the experience. While outside the tap tap tap on one of my gates took me walking in the direction of this attention seeking wood pecker. There on the metal gate a red headed woodpecker, such color and at first I thought, "you silly bird". But he allowed me to listen and watch from a distance until Mouse came out to investigate. And I felt that he had accepted my movement walking towards him without a thought, yet took flight with the movement of another. This morning my world is richer and it is, with color; the blue skies are like the back drop for cherry blossoms as they are lit up by the sun. Behold our world is full of magic, our feather friends, God's messengers.