Time Flies, Nature Fills the Gaps

By Tony Moorby July 22, 2020 297

When you’re forced to slow down and stay home, strange things happen; time is going by so fast. Maybe Einstein had a theory for that. Seriously, I’ve been keeping in touch with folks back in England and weeks have come and gone in the blink of an eye. I have a great friend over there who’s Jewish, so every Friday afternoon I call and wish him, “Shabbat Shalom” for good wishes over the Sabbath. We now both agree that each time, it feels like I said it yesterday and the intervening week has gone in a flash.

I’ve written before that we’ve tried to stay busy but while time is flying by I’ve found time to see things and watch things that would normally miss my attention. I’ve mentioned that no effort was made this year to primp and priss the patio. Nature has filled in the gaps with self-seeded gifts from I don’t know where. Plants I would have normally plucked from encroaching on expensively acquired blooms have been left to fend for themselves. Presto! – weeds turn into Weigela, seedlings into Speedwell and last year’s leftovers into Lantana. It’s been fascinating to watch everything at close quarters with time on my hands.

Cardinals, Chickadees, Wrens and Robins have all nested in various spots around the house and it’s been a pleasure to watch the activities of building, singing, feeding and fledging. The wrens have come back for a second brood, entertaining with their trilling song. How does such a tiny thing have such an enormous voice? The Cardinals’ insistent ‘ptchoo – ptchoo – ptchoo’ in the mornings and evenings flaunt their flashy red regalia. Robins, on the other hand, try their hardest but loudly and repeatedly atonally miss notes. No matter how many times they try the same tune, they go off key. Our locals can start as early as three in the morning and keep it going, non-stop till breakfast time.

Chipmunks’ alarms sound like birds on alert; chip, chip, chipping in time with tails flipping up and down. They can be a nuisance but they are hilarious as they taunt a rat snake on patrol for easy pickings.

Our house is adjacent to an old golf course. When in the height of our lockdown phase we’ve been visited by so many deer with their young, I wonder we haven’t lost our roses. A rafter of twenty turkeys came strutting down the middle of our street as if they owned the place. Toms colorfully blown up and showing off like flashers with no shame.

The coyotes’ howling and wailing, sometimes started by and in tune to police sirens, is a signal to take in small pets lest they become coyote comestibles. It’s an exciting but eerie sound, especially in the middle of the night. Because of the lack of people around, they’ve become brazenly bold and encroach into areas previously off limits without caution or care. It’s as though Mother Nature is taking back what was hers in the first place.

Meanwhile, the world is going hurdy-gurdy with no sense in sight. “Easing” back to some form of social intercourse has turned into a flood of selfish humanity, sending Covid cases skyrocketing to new levels. If I offend by these statements then so be it. The loss of a loved one to this plague puts me square in the spot of indignation at the behavior of people who couldn’t give a tinker’s cuss for their own, but more importantly, others’ health and safety.

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