March 6, 2006
The grand sounds of spring came to Sanctuary yesterday. There were meadow larks at dawn, and chains of wild geese flying overhead all morning calling out instructions to each other as they passed. In the afternoon, the red winged blackbirds came back to claim their territories from the tree tops while the cardinals have already been very actively singing out their spaces for several days now. I read that birds can share trees with other species because they live at different levels, but they must let others of their kind know what is theirs, hence all that marvelous song.
Today, as we cross the meadow on a walk, I am leaning heavily on Charles’ arm and we are moving very slowly. “What a life!” I say sadly. “Yes” he says firmly, “and it IS a life. . . with options, including long-range ones”. After a bit, I say, “I would suppose that they have wheel-chairs in Russia” and he immediately replies, “Of course they do. . . at the very least, those big wooden ones with the high backs.” We are both smiling as we conjure up our own mental pictures of the possibilities.