The days here, upon the Plains, are so quiet with an
eerie stillness, not even the slightest whispers can be
heard outside, as the unbearable sweltering heat has
all creatures seeking shelter, trying desperately to
conserve every ounce of bodily energy. Even visits
to the bird feeders are so few, and I sorely miss my
winged friends. My hope is for this weather to break,
but alas, there is for now, no end in sight.
Several weeks before the Summer had unleashed this
seasonal fury, I was enjoying the comings and goings
of fledging birds gathering to feed alongside their parents.
These family moments were such a delight to watch
with mom and dad working to be good examples,
and babies not quite catching on. You could always
tell which were the little ones, as they would normally
sit on the porch railing near the feeder, fluttering their
wings about, calling for someone to come bring them
something to eat. Like all good parents, mom or dad
were always obliging.
