An Evening Miracle

A few evenings agp. while grumbling to myself about this summer’s heatwaves, I bent down to spread grass clippings around the tomato plants. A flock of birds flew over me. Because the air was so still, the unfamiliar sound of their beating wings startled me and sent a shiver up my spine. When I lifted my head, they were already landing, one-by-one on the tallest tree.

Oil pastel sketch. “Birds for Emmy.” ©Flora Doehler, 2009.

I watched them fly onwards from treetop to treetop until they were out of site. I will soon forget about the heat of this summer, but I will never forget the sound of their wings moving towards a common destination.

Meditating Chickens in Bear River

written on Feb 27, 2012
A few days ago, on a walk with Larry, we passed a neighbour and as is the custom here, stopped to chat for 20 minutes on the side of the road.

I mentioned that we were out of eggs and I was off to Digby to buy some. “Oh don’t bother doing that,” said my neighbour. “I’m housesitting for our other neighbour whose hens are producing lots of eggs and we can go over there to get some right now.” Continue reading