Talking to birds
This weekend, there was a bit of a weather shift, and all of a sudden the songs changed, like the dial on nature's radio had moved to a different station. I went searching for my binoculars and sure enough, the tree was full of Bohemian waxwings.
The next morning, there were two ravens uncharacteristically perched on a few of the lower branches next to the studio in the backyard. They were so close that when they took flight, I could feel the power, and sound, of their wings. It was awesome.
|Photo by Joey Podlubny|
Yesterday, as I was returning to The Redpoll Centre after lunch, a single raven was hanging out on the back of someone's pickup truck. He was peacefully sitting there about 20 feet away. I turned to face him and made my best attempt at making that guttural glug glug sound that raven's make - very different from their regular caw caw calls.
That raven turned to look at me directly, pivoted his head ever so slightly, and answered.
"Glug glug glug," I replied.
"Glug glug glug," he replied back.
"Glug glug," I said, and went on my merry way.
I was over the moon for having had this short conversation in the parking lot at MacDonald Island, just ask my work colleagues at United Way. I was smiling from ear to ear.
There is something special about connecting with animals, domestic and otherwise. I felt like that raven and I connected in that brief moment. What did we say to each other? I have no idea, but I'm sure it was something very profound and encouraging.