Sounds Idyllic 

Imperceptibly, and deftly cleaving the air molecules, the big bird settled on the harbor post.  His devastating power folded into a sleek silhouette.  We saw the weapons, beak and talons, rippling shoulders and the intent eye. He feigned indifference but we were not fooled. There were no other human witnesses, yet we were not alone.  Seagulls swarmed, ripping the taut silence with their screams. Frenzied calls tore through the sky, fear, outrage, alarm, avian sirens screaming alert.  Not a filament flickered on the eagle’s form.  Maintaining a steady threat.  A volley of gulls seemed to flail in panic; nevertheless through the melee we could discern a pattern. They were gathering their resources. A mob attack, whirling, diving and screeching. Then the audacious gull who came in from above, breaking the margin of the eagle’s airspace and threatening assault.

 Disdain flashing from every feather, the eagle soared.

 

The day after we saw this wonderful bird interplay we began to witness more.  We are  well accustomed to hearing birds squawk when our cat strolls outside our house, but we were a little taken aback when we realized that a pair of birds were  loudly protesting our presence.  We have a wonderful live oak tree, centuries old, that reaches out into our neighbors’ property.  It’s plenty big enough for a pair of red shouldered hawks to build their nest. They feel quite at home as long as we stay in ours!

Recently, our visitors included young children, so we took them to a restaurant on the beach that has a playground.  When we approached we all paused to allow a sizeable sea turtle to cross the car park.   As we soaked up the evening sun, a couple of horses were tied at a watering trough near our table.

Sounds idyllic.

And, at the same time, we learned that not too far away some homeless people are living in the woods.  For them, at least, help is at hand, yet there’s a long way to go before everyone can simply enjoy nature’s wonders.

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