THE MORNING DANCE
I went on a morning walk today, as I so often do. I drive 15 minutes from home to the east and then I am in pure unaffected nature, as far as the eye can see. The world is waking up, the flies get busy and the birds get up to all sorts of things. The birds sing, they warn other birds of my presence and they call to each other constantly. The male birds become alarmed when I walk near their area, so they fly over me to lure me away from their nests. The young chick are still nesting and are vulnerable still. This parent instinct is a noble instinct, to protect your children. I admire them for that effort, but they are all safe from me. But then there are some birds that just fly around the sky in circles and swirls, with no obvious purpose or determination. They seem to be enjoying themselves flying around and singing. I often see a few of them just flying together in the mornings, without a care in the world, just being in the moment. I think they are dancing.
A.G. Munson
