BIRDS AND TREES were made for
each other. Birds, in migration, make motions in masses as if they were
a single unit. I strive to be as perfect as a bird with my boys. When
there's a decision to rest they know it as if one and pull over onto a
tree with the right number of branches all with terrible, telepathic
unity. When it's time to alight, again they take flight. I saw a tree
swallow a hundred birds today so that rest could occur in its
auspice.
There was rain impending, and it was time to hunker down
for shelter and relief. There was no reason to forge on in such a
deluge.
Sometimes birds just swoop in circles to churn the
atmosphere at the onset of a storm. Recognizing their part in the
larger chaos, they are prepared to submit to its machinations whenever
it sees fit.