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It's wonderful when I experience a First Time, even at age 55
Thursday morning May 21, I was planting in the garden across the road. Occasionally I'd stop planting to watch the horses graze, the dogs play in the creek, and simply enjoy the serenity of the morning, when around 7am, an animal call I'd never heard before came from the woods. It didn't make me nervous, but curious.
After another call, I scanned the woods again and still saw nothing.
Walking back to the house suddenly I was in the shadow of something big. I looked up and saw a bird with a wingspan of 6-7 feet, over my head. At first glance I thought I was mistaken, when I saw gliding silently above a beautiful EAGLE.
But I wasn't mistaken, it was an EAGLE and it was visiting my little piece of the world. It landed and perched at the top of a poplar tree behind the house for about 4 hours.
Living here all my life and never seeing an Eagle grace this valley, I was elated and honored to witness this beauty.
I know Eagles are south and east not far from here, but in Colden?
Has any one ever seen an Eagle in the Colden? If so, let me know.
I feel like that moment was meant only for me. A sign that only I could read. It felt special and it was special...a great first time and I got the message.
If I choose to fly like an Eagle, the Eagle will fly with me!
NOTE:
In fear of making it fly away, I didn't get close enough with my little digital to get a good picture, but I took pictures with my 35 mm and zoom lens. I hope they turn out. When I get the 35 MM photos back I promise to share! (lets hope they turned out!)
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Coincidence, a noun
Coincidence: the occurrence of events that happen at the same time by accident but seem to have some connection.
Coincidence, a noun, is an extraordinary word we use in the English language to help explain random events occurring at the same, or in a close frame of time, we cannot explain.
When this happens to me, it always confirms what I believe, that most things in life are not coincidence and more often than not ‘coincidences’ come in the form of small happenings. Small enough that if we don’t take a moment to step back and look at the whole picture we might miss or not get it.
I’ve had a Hobby Farm magazine, floating around in my Jeep for a while. I’d say a year, maybe longer. For some odd reason I didn’t feel comfortable removing it and always made sure it was neat and safe, sometimes wrapped in a towel, so the pages would not be torn or tattered.
Last Wednesday, my husband had to drop his semi off at Buffalo White Truck, to have some warranty work done. We’d made arraignments for me to pick him up. I arrived before him. I usually carry a book with me to read for, just in, cases like this. But this time I forgot. Looking for something to read, I reached in the back seat, retrieved that Hobby Farm Magazine, and started leafing through it.
Last year, as some people know, I opened a small business, Herbs & Things. I have organic and natural products. This year my garden plants are from organic seeds, planted in organic soil, and some are in biodegradable pots. Not one to want to use pesticides to keep my plants bug free, extreme excitement fill my senses when I opened the magazine to a page about Organic Pesticide for garden plants. I said to myself, oh see this is why this books been here, for me to eventually find this information about organic pesticides.
Below that article was another small article, titled “Wild On The Farm”. Pictured is a new fawn curled up in its ‘camouflage’ position. I read the article and was reminded how does will birth their young, then after cleaning, feeding and tending them will put them in various locations while she goes off into the woods to eat, drink and take care of herself. The fawns are wired to stay put until she comes back. When the fawns go into camouflage mode, they freeze, curl their body in a circle and flatten against the ground with their head extended.
Saturday morning the dogs and I went for a walk before I opened the shop. Partridge road is a nice patch of road, near my house, to get a good walk up a hill in a short amount of time. I was enjoying the sounds of the birds, watching them flit from tree and bush, building nests, preparing for the arrival of their young, when I noticed something red on the shoulder of the road in a patch of grass. My first thought, was oh no a dead fox, hit by a car. I found it funny though the dogs did not get a scent of it. As we got closer, I noticed spots…and with a bigger OH NO, a dead fawn, hit by a car, I tiptoed closer. Why I am not sure, it’s dead after all. But my human curiosity wanted me to look closer. The dogs still hadn’t notice it.
Close enough now to get a good look, I knew the fawn was lying in its camouflage mode. I wondered though, maybe it is dead, because I could not see it breathing, but its eyes looked alive. I decided to double check it on our way back. As we got beyond the fawn, I looked back to see it take a breath. This newborn fawn was doing what nature and its mother told it to do. Stay put, and freeze into camouflage mode, so nothing would noticed it.
I’ve grown up in the country and know to leave things alone when I come across something like that, but my curious human side wants to reach out, pet baby animals, pick them up, hug them and desperately hold the beautiful little creatures to feel their soft coat. The article I read three days before in the Hobby Farm magazine came immediately to mind, confirming I was doing the right thing when I told myself, DO NOT touch it. Mom will be back. Mother Nature knows how to take care of her own. Looking ahead as I continued walking up the hill, I saw a doe and a last years fawn walked across the road. Baby’s mom? Probably.
The fawn was still there when we walked back down the hill. The dogs still had not noticed it. I prayed a car would not pull off on the shoulder of the road there. About two hours later, I went back to check and sure enough, that fawn was gone. I breathed a sigh a relief.
I am a firm believer that—everything— happens for a reason, small and large. That each ‘what ever or who ever’ that crosses our path, whether a person, animal, event or words read, are put there, at a precise moment we need them to be there. It could be years or three days down the road, when what someone said, an event that we participated in or a paragraph we read, will give us the knowledge we need at a time when we need it, leaving nothing to coincidence.
Coincidence, a noun, is an extraordinary word we use in the English language to help explain random events occurring at the same, or in a close frame of time, we cannot explain.
When this happens to me, it always confirms what I believe, that most things in life are not coincidence and more often than not ‘coincidences’ come in the form of small happenings. Small enough that if we don’t take a moment to step back and look at the whole picture we might miss or not get it.
I’ve had a Hobby Farm magazine, floating around in my Jeep for a while. I’d say a year, maybe longer. For some odd reason I didn’t feel comfortable removing it and always made sure it was neat and safe, sometimes wrapped in a towel, so the pages would not be torn or tattered.
Last Wednesday, my husband had to drop his semi off at Buffalo White Truck, to have some warranty work done. We’d made arraignments for me to pick him up. I arrived before him. I usually carry a book with me to read for, just in, cases like this. But this time I forgot. Looking for something to read, I reached in the back seat, retrieved that Hobby Farm Magazine, and started leafing through it.
Last year, as some people know, I opened a small business, Herbs & Things. I have organic and natural products. This year my garden plants are from organic seeds, planted in organic soil, and some are in biodegradable pots. Not one to want to use pesticides to keep my plants bug free, extreme excitement fill my senses when I opened the magazine to a page about Organic Pesticide for garden plants. I said to myself, oh see this is why this books been here, for me to eventually find this information about organic pesticides.
Below that article was another small article, titled “Wild On The Farm”. Pictured is a new fawn curled up in its ‘camouflage’ position. I read the article and was reminded how does will birth their young, then after cleaning, feeding and tending them will put them in various locations while she goes off into the woods to eat, drink and take care of herself. The fawns are wired to stay put until she comes back. When the fawns go into camouflage mode, they freeze, curl their body in a circle and flatten against the ground with their head extended.
Saturday morning the dogs and I went for a walk before I opened the shop. Partridge road is a nice patch of road, near my house, to get a good walk up a hill in a short amount of time. I was enjoying the sounds of the birds, watching them flit from tree and bush, building nests, preparing for the arrival of their young, when I noticed something red on the shoulder of the road in a patch of grass. My first thought, was oh no a dead fox, hit by a car. I found it funny though the dogs did not get a scent of it. As we got closer, I noticed spots…and with a bigger OH NO, a dead fawn, hit by a car, I tiptoed closer. Why I am not sure, it’s dead after all. But my human curiosity wanted me to look closer. The dogs still hadn’t notice it.
Close enough now to get a good look, I knew the fawn was lying in its camouflage mode. I wondered though, maybe it is dead, because I could not see it breathing, but its eyes looked alive. I decided to double check it on our way back. As we got beyond the fawn, I looked back to see it take a breath. This newborn fawn was doing what nature and its mother told it to do. Stay put, and freeze into camouflage mode, so nothing would noticed it.
I’ve grown up in the country and know to leave things alone when I come across something like that, but my curious human side wants to reach out, pet baby animals, pick them up, hug them and desperately hold the beautiful little creatures to feel their soft coat. The article I read three days before in the Hobby Farm magazine came immediately to mind, confirming I was doing the right thing when I told myself, DO NOT touch it. Mom will be back. Mother Nature knows how to take care of her own. Looking ahead as I continued walking up the hill, I saw a doe and a last years fawn walked across the road. Baby’s mom? Probably.
The fawn was still there when we walked back down the hill. The dogs still had not noticed it. I prayed a car would not pull off on the shoulder of the road there. About two hours later, I went back to check and sure enough, that fawn was gone. I breathed a sigh a relief.
I am a firm believer that—everything— happens for a reason, small and large. That each ‘what ever or who ever’ that crosses our path, whether a person, animal, event or words read, are put there, at a precise moment we need them to be there. It could be years or three days down the road, when what someone said, an event that we participated in or a paragraph we read, will give us the knowledge we need at a time when we need it, leaving nothing to coincidence.