Migration Time

Bird Season: Chloe and Rhett quietly observing the chaos.
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"There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it." ~ Minnie Aumonier

Migration; fall migration is here. Some of the Canadian geese fly further south, others winter here. Now are the days of the blackbird gathering noisily in trees behind the fence; they come by the hundreds and fly from tree to yard and back again; loud, noisy and obnoxious. The wren and chickadee are back, singing in my bush, eating safflower seeds and thistle. I opened the window and instantly the cats knew that birds were out there, just on the other side of the screen. They watch intensely, quietly, all muscles ready to spring into action at any movement; but, the little bird plucks his seed and sits... pecking and pecking, cracking the tiny nut and enjoying the tender meat, within inches of the stealthy cats. I wonder if they know they are being watched; if they feel the breath of the Rhett and Chloe through the thin barrier. Soon, these tiny noise makers will fly away and leave behind kitties, sad to lose their motion picture show. Don't fret for them though; the katydids and crickets will keep them entertained for another month!

Chloe and Rhett will be watching the birds and other animals at Friday's Ark and the cats over at the Carnival of the Cats, that is hosted this week by Watermark.

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