In a previous life, I think I must have been a cat. I savor lounging in a pool of sunlight. When I find a spot, I luxuriate in the sun’s warmth. Slowly this warmth fades in the fall but there are moments when I can grab on to the warmth before winter blows in.
Recently there was a day full of sunshine with little wind. I hustled myself to the patio in the backyard to enjoy that glorious sunshine while reading a book one afternoon. Slowly I became aware of a squeaky wheel sound. As I looked out from my lounging position, I could not see anything in the yard. I recognized the sound, it was a flock of birds chattering, but where were they? They were all talking at once and each one was trying to be heard above the one next to them.
My eyes moved from one tree to the next, looking for this flock. They were well hidden as they chatted about where they had been and what was good to eat in this neighborhood. The leatherleaf viburnum bush (it is at least 12 feet high) in the corner of the yard quivered with life. I knew I had discovered the source of the squeaky wheel. Quietly I walked to the bush, looking for the birds. As I got closer to the bush, the voices died away. They held their breath, waiting to see what I would do. I held my breath, waiting to see what the birds would do. All of a sudden, they flew out of the back of the bush landing on the power lines above and in the trees behind us. I think their chattering now was about that annoying woman who disrupted their hidden location.
Soon the viburnum will lose all its leaves and the birds will no longer be able to hide as they sit and chat. I will no longer be able to enjoy the warmth of the sun on the patio. I now wait for the return of those warm days in the spring.