A sparrow sat on top of another bluebird house, singing out a song. He hoped it wasn’t a call to the other sparrows that here was a good home . Sparrows love to evict the beautiful birds, viciously. He thought to maybe put a piece of wood over the opening with a smaller opening like 1 1/8 inch a few other cavity nesters would use. That fat sparrow wouldn’t fit as well and could find new territory to attract someone to join him building a home. He had started out in the back and didn’t have any luck so was on a front box giving it a try. He wondered if it was the same one, a kind of lonely guy. Not too bad of a song, he felt he had heard it on the wind, moving across his open range. He liked to offer his thoughts and wisdom to this song like hooting like an owl or doing one of the best bull calls you or a good herd of cattle have ever heard a cowpoke sing.
It became rather apparent how much this life style change took on him. It was something we all need to try in our lives, some seem to shrug it off better. He saw new things just pop up in his manner, and there would not be any control to them. They made him feel a lot better about himself and at one with the land. He stared at the coffeepot dripping into the pot and wondered if there had been any other names for cowboy whiskey. He began to think of the good stuff, not that crap one tried to pawn off on the cheap customers, honest to goodness Redeye. A few he had tried didn’t sit very well, so he chose coffee instead, decaf please. It keeps your eyes clear and your mind as well. He had a good selection of teas and instant cappuccino mixes as well should he only want one cup. He had heard that a slang for coffee was talk soup, but had heard the same for martini’s. Some days he liked to stop at the grocery deli and join the regular table to tell and listen to stories. They pulled in their chairs to hear some of his cowboy tales. Many had been down this road and many still traveled it well. He would begin with one story and end with another. After a bit everyone moved on, mountains of coffee served each day.
It had been warm out for a few days, and he headed to the stable with a light coat on. He slapped on some gloves and listened to his spurs jingle on this crisp day. It wasn’t too bad once he got riding, and he headed to watch some cows. One looked like its new calf was starting to crown, lying with a small group. She had a calm look on her face, almost unaware of what was coming up next. Another newborn lay out in the field, stretched out weak from eating so much. He knew by the calm on the one mother’s face he wouldn’t need to help, and rode on looking over growth on his herd. The sun warmed his face and he absorbed it as much as he could. He just stared off for a bit and let it warm his soul. Just being in his herd put a smile across his face. He enjoyed the calm feeling he had while watching them and rode on back home.
A good idea is to visit low water areas when the water is down to see a lot of different treasures. Walking around a huge lake he moved down to the shoreline seeking new finds. He found rocks set as if part of a still life, being the fist human viewing of the year. Stepping over a tree he saw a broken bottle and tried not to step on it. Unfortunately the clay around him had another thought and grasped his shoes and making him start sinking in the quicksand. He moved to pull up a leg and his shoe came off. Not worrying what to do next he ambled toward higher ground, but there was a steep bank that kept him low. He stopped for a short time to tie his shoes so they didn’t pull off again. He had to move quickly however, he was sinking deep at the same time. It made him think of a time walking to his truck and kicking his leg in the air to dislodge some mud. Off flew his boot in an almost slow motion shot. There he stood, no water to clean up with, standing on one leg and wondering what to do. He took his sock off and waded to retrieve the shoe, waiting for the sun to dry the mud left after scraping his foot, so he could put the shoe back on. Today there really wasn’t anywhere to sit, unless he climbed the embankment and found a tree. A huge boulder lay up ahead and he ambled through the mire to get there as soon as he could. So much for sneaking around, he was slipping and sliding around with a few proverbial phrases being said.
Sitting on the rock he looked around and laughed at his predicament. It was all part of the fun hiking. When swimming along the river they often looked for mud that would let you sink when you did the mud stomp dance in it. Often he enjoyed letting the mud dry all over his body and crack off, cleansing his pores deep. Today he wasn’t going to do that, it was a bit chilly to take off his clothing. Walking farther along he found some otter prints perfectly cast in this mud. He looked for others, but they were the only ones. It was odd how this critter had just vanished without a trace. He found a small colorful stone and remembered passing out worry stones to many friends. This also made him laugh at wanting to bring many home for his garden, but the weight was prohibitive. He felt others needed to see this beauty also. A hawk swooped by and offered him some wisdom and he sat and pondered on that thought. The sun sang him a song from behind the clouds, welcoming him into a wonderful day.
Getting home he was surprised he got those messy shoes all cleaned up for another journey through the mud. He savored the shots he had taken while out, a colorful theme of his day in the woods. He liked going to this huge lake, there was always something new to find, along with a variety of thoughts and memories floating on the gentle prairie breeze. Often he came to a spot and realized just where he stood and what picture he had taken. It was like a continuing chapter in a book he was part of.