Sunday, January 20, 2013

Of birds...

I know of a peculiar little old woman, in the old cottage with the garden at the bend of the road. In summertime, when the skies are blue and warm breezes carry with them the scent of wildflowers, I love to walk by this old lady's little cottage. I love the smell of her garden; especially in the summer when she has lots of vegetable and herbs in it. She grows lush tomatoes and gigantic sunflowers. She let rabbits eat her lettuce and crows nibble on the fruit of her crops. Neighboring cats find ways to get to this old woman's cottage garden whenever possible. They love to amble silently through it; through the crimson and purple blossoms growing there.

This little old lady loves birds too, and I'm sure she has a special bond with birds. Birds fly to her garden in flocks. It doesn't matter if she live in the city. Birds that live in open spaces or near woods edge, thickets and tall grasses, somehow find her garden and seem to enjoy it as much as the Cuckoo, black-billed and the ordinary birds you'll find in any backyard...



The neighborhood children say that this old lady in the old cottage at the bend of the road hypnotizes birds with her singing—songs they cannot understand; songs sung in some strange language. Silly kids.


Yesterday, the little old woman in the old cottage cleaned and filled each and every birdfeeder in her garden with all sorts of goodies for the birds. One little Robin discovered the treats and minutes later Robins flew in flocks of hundreds to her garden...


I happened to observed this phenomenon from my very own backyard, a couple of houses down the road. It was amazing seeing so many robins in the old woman's little cottage garden; all swirling and twirling, and gliding through the air.



It almost felt as if in a Hitchcock's suspense movie.  "The birds"... have you seen that movie? Creepy. But not to the old woman. She was in heaven if you asked me...


You should had seem the smile on the old woman's face. You could almost feel her joy. How happy she felt with the birds gathering in her garden. I bet they show up every day to visit her and to get fed. But the main thing I love about this story and what I saw yesterday is that it serves as a great reminder that even the simplest things in life can bring us great joy...



"It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all." ~Laura Ingalls Wilder