Some of the Kids

From a maker I’ve grown into an observer.

Because I look to see, the shadow of Spider from an invisible web in the trees, moving on the floor next to me draws me to God, Creator, my own dear love. Following the pathway to seek her out, the prism of hundreds of threads of another’s home is caught in the rays of morning sun filtering through the leaves.

Because I sit and listen as an early bird myself, I bear aural witness to the finest of sound scores revealed by Creatrix:

Mot Mot who is also Toh

Green Parrots - the chatterboxes

Woodpecker

Trogon

Tyrynulet or Tytra --- still trying to sort those kids

Keel-Billed Toucan

Late risers ...

Yucatan Blue Jays - a corvid murder of noisy beasties

Blackbird Grackles

Orioles

There are some kids I’ve yet to match their look with the sound.

Down the hall, a little later in the morning, the endangered Yax Nik tree is the breakfast hangout. It’s surprisingly, happily a multispecies event. Flycatchers, Kiskadees and Mot Mot are the usual gang. Various Orioles stop by. Mot Mot is always solitary, like me. When I see how tranquilly she exists amongst the flutter of a diverse lot, my soul is elevated. Yesterday I joined them with my oatmeal and almond milk.