I just got home from retreat in my usual spot for my summer soul searching. I’ve seen a lot of really interesting animals this time… unfortunately though, no cats. 🙁 Usually I get to feed the feral cats every morning, and sometimes I don’t see them for a day or so, but I at least I see evidence of them eating during the day. This time I only saw this guy around:
Little stinker! Look at this shamelessness 😂
I’m really sad about the cats though. I know that some of the neighbors have been adopting her kittens and getting them altered, and mama has been looking really worn down to me. So maybe she moved on, and all of her kittens are safe in good homes now. I hope so. I will have to ask… since they still had cat food for me to put out. So maybe they don’t know. I worry about the cats. And I miss them.
This year I saw a quail for the first time. Well, not for the first time. For the first time here. I also saw evidence of beavers:
Thursday afternoon I saw this beautiful owl alight on a branch a little ways from me. I got a really blurry picture, then he turned his back to me and ignored me, just like a cat.
Wednesday evening I climbed to the viewpoint in hopes of catching the moonrise, though it was too cloudy. I did, though, get escorted by bats. So many bats, flying around me while I was walking, sometimes inches from my face. I was enthralled… they are silent. You don’t hear a thing; you don’t even feel a breeze on your face when they go by. Sometimes I would stand still in the hopes that one of them would land on me, but of course they never did.
What I did hear, though, was this bird call I had never heard before. They only sang at dusk. I tried to do research to figure out what they could possibly be, but none of the dusk birds I looked up had a call even close to this one. I did manage to get it on video, and you should be able to make them out with headphones… I would love any ideas.
Edit: Thanks to my good friend who I will call Crow (because I am trying avoid using real names and places here) we have identified the bird as the Swainson’s Thrush! What a magical sound. I am so in love.
Something funny happened Tuesday. As I was sitting at the kitchen table working on my bujo, a car rolled into the driveway and parked beside mine. Two little old ladies got out and started tottering around smiling. They came up to the house and started looking through the windows, not in the room where I was sitting, but still. I opened the front door and was about to ask if I could help them when one of them said in a friendly tone, “Are we interrupting your retreat?” I was like…”Yeah?” They immediately apologized and turned around and started tottering back to their car. I didn’t know what to say so I just sputtered out, “Just… go along into the forest…park…there down the road a bit.” LOL. They were so cute and smiley it was hard to be very irritated. They reminded me of my dad, kind of vaguely blithe. But really. You don’t go looking in windows of houses especially when it looks like someone is there, not even retreat houses. 😂
That cedar gave me a wand last year. Now they put a seat under it! 😊 (and now that I’m looking at it, the seat looks like it has a butt.)
Other happy moments… while I worked through my shit.
I am so grateful to everyone who works hard to make the Sanctuary such a lovely place to return to every season. I planned, I read, I cooked, I cried, I meditated, I felt everything that needed feeling, I released, I laughed, I wrote, I read cards, and I slept.