Back at the end of August, I had been sitting outside when I saw something in the grass. I figured it was a piece of trash bag or something plastic. But as I neared it, I found it was instead a black feather.
Not far from the black feather, I found that a nest had fallen to the ground.
It had fallen from somewhere up in the oak tree in our yard.
And I imagined the nest belonged to the doves who tend to hang around in the tree and who also tend to lose their nests at some point. I imagine it’s when they are finished with the nest. There was nothing in the nest when I turned it over and no evidence of anything having been there. For all I know, this nest was an old nest.
Last night, the little bird was back. I managed to snap a photo with some light, but still it doesn’t shed enough light to see it well enough. I’m a little shy about getting a photo. Two reasons. First, disturbing the little guy and second, I just know he’s going to fly toward me and scare me.
I didn’t seem to bother the little guy one bit last night. I think his head is tucked inside his wing. Or, that this is not even a bird. I shudder to think it’s a bat. Creepy. And, that makes that flying at me because I scared it a little scarier for me. It sure seems to have feathers. Brown and orange ones, or grey and orange ones. Maybe one day I’ll figure it out. Whoever or whatever this little creature must be, he was tucked in away from the weather last night.
We had a bunch of rain last night, four inches at least. It came down hard. It thundered a bit and of course, we were up with the Dog Dude for quite awhile. Although he’s still afraid of storms, it is in no way what it use to be. Oddly enough, when I took him outside earlier in the night, the sky had lit up with a flash of lightning. No big deal. He went off to the side of the patio to do his business. However, moments later the thunder rumbled. That was all it took, time to come in. Yet, his tail was not tucked in the least. Maybe he is getting over these things? But then, in the early morning hours when it was noisy with rain banging away on the patio cover and roof, thunder and lightening, he was a bit crazy. Can’t say that I blame him. And, I am glad that he’s not like he use to be.
Progress. Little bits.
We’re doing a study at church on progress … grace and progress. Losing things like tempers. Finding things like peace. Taking refuge and pure amazement that God is chiseling away the stuff that doesn’t belong in our lives.