Monday, March 21, 2016

Birds in Heaven

Winter has winded down and birds are whopping it up.  Robins gather, preparing to pair off.

Beyond the Robin filled tree, the raucous cry of Red-winged Black Birds mingles with the dour cry of Mourning doves.

A pair of swans flying no more than thirty feet overhead, their long necks stretched toward their destination, are silent, but for the whooshing of huge flapping wings.

Certain male ducks are quarrelling, jockeying to be Top Drake.

Mabel was a bird watcher- from the inside Finches to the outside Sparrows.  Last April when we brought baby ducks into the basement, Mabel was so fascinated, that in spite of the discomfort of stiff joints, she repeatedly charged down the stairs to visit the bird youngsters.

Sadly, Mabel didn't get to see the ducks grow up.

Mabel has been on my mind a lot lately.  She has been gone for not quite a year.  I thought I'd used up all my tears.  Not so.

There is, at least, some comfort in the certain hope that there are many many birds in Heaven with Mabel right now.


  1. One's tears never dry up over our lost friends. I am tearing up just reading about Mabel.
    I love that the duck with the top knot still has it, so pretty.

    cheers, parsnip

  2. I can understand Mabel being on your mind. I have five friends now who have lost animal companions in the past few months.

  3. In a manner of speaking, they always stay with us.

  4. I know how you feel. They leave hole on your sofa when they go. So maybe Mabel and Sir Poops are sunning in the Glory of God while they watch a bunch of angels.

  5. Oh so sad but yes, Mabel is chasing robins all over--beyond the rainbow bridge!!