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Nature notes

Several times, when I have been out for a walk after dark, I have seen fireflies in the ditches close to our home. There were fireflies near my boyhood home here in Saskatchewan, I saw lots of them when we lived in Ontario, but these are the first I have seen since coming back to Saskatchewan 20 years ago.

The orioles seem to have left us. I put an orange half up on a pole a week ago and it was completely cleaned out. I put up a fresh one on Thursday and it has not been touched.

Most of the hummingbirds seem to have moved on, also. There are still two that come to our feeder numerous times during the day.

We thought we saw hummingbirds among our flower pots after dark several nights ago. A closer look revealed that they were not birds at all, but moths. They are fittingly called hummingbird moths and this is what one looks like. No wonder we were confused. (You don’t see the antennae in semi-darkness.)

 

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The barn swallows who built a nest in the rafters of our garage have just hatched their second batch of the summer. Hope it stays warm long enough for the little ones to become airborne in time for the trip south.

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Family gatherings

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i went for a walk down the road this afternoon.  I could see from quite a distance that there were a couple of calves dining on the roadside grass and all the extended family was gathered in the corner of the pasture, inside the fence, watching.  As I got closer, they all started telling the young ones to get back in where they belonged and where they would be safe from wandering humans.  Finally the two young steers walked around the corner of the fence to where the wire was lower and jumped over the top back into the pasture.  They were Charolais, a breed noted for their athletic ability.

About half a mile in the other direction from our house there is a pond that is used as a camping place for migrating Canada Geese.  There can be 500 to 1,000 of them there at any one time and the noise of their visiting gets quite loud at times.  Skeins of geese fly over top and greetings are shouted between the flyers and the campers.  At times, the whole clan will rise up off the pond and gather for a picnic in the stubble fields.  There are also Sandhill Cranes foraging in the stubble field just south of us and from time to time we will drive by a field that is turned white by huge flocks of Snow Geese.  Geese are social and gregarious birds, they love to get together and what? talk over their experiences of the summer? plan the route to their wintering grounds?  Whatever it is they are talking about, they do a lot of it and it all sounds like friendly chatter.

Chris and I are planning to attend a human family gathering on Saturday.  A bunch of family and friends will be getting together to help my cousin Lyle and his wife Fyrne celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary.  We will have to travel more than three hours to get there, but this is the area where I lived until I was nine years old, so it will feel like I am going home.  We cousins don’t get together that often, but when we do, the noise of our visiting might not sound a whole lot different than a gathering of geese.

I was thinking today that gatherings such as these will become quite rare in coming generations.  Marriages break up, a lot of people never bother getting married, children aren’t sure where they fit in and extended families do not seem to hold together anymore.  Any couple that has been married 40, 50 or 60 years has experienced a lot of bumps in the road — misunderstandings, hurt feelings, unkind words, anger.  But little by little they have learned to understand one another a little better and to forgive one another.

After many years, when the children and grandchildren gather round, we see that it was worth it all to stick it out and repair the breaches in our relationship.  Eventually we come to realize that this person who has borne with us all these years, and suffered many wounds from our selfishness and carelessness, is a pretty special person.   Those who are ready to call it quits at the first bump in the road will never know that feeling.  And their children will never know the security and stability of a home where parents know that home and family are more important than feelings that soon pass.

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