February 15, 2013

Oaklawn is a haven for birds of all kinds. I mention them quite often because they take turns making their presence known as the season might dictate. A flash of movement caught my eye the other day. With a fresh blanket of new snow, the ring-necked pheasant was easy to spy, but not necessarily easy to follow. I ran from window to window, watching Mr. Pheasant sprint from one protective tree or shrub to the other. If you crack the door in hopes of getting closer with the camera, he’s gone. I’ll take my “country peacock” as a lesson in mindfulness. I will attempt to be present, enjoy their beautiful and striking feathers, and admire an untamed creature trespassing to harvest a few remaining seed pods dangling in the flowerbeds.

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