Thursday, December 2, 2010

Morning Wonders

I wrote this last Sunday, but didn't have time to complete it for posting. Mixed throughout, are pictures taken the evening before at sunset.

It's Thanksgiving Sunday. Tomorrow we go home. But for today, I am here. At the beach.

I woke early, but not before the sun. Sitting on the deck, I basked in her glory, bundled in sweats and heavy socks against the chill. The air was still, the wind as light as a whisper and smelling of morning.

I watched a tiny bird standing in place at the water's edge. She seemed to be lost in quiet contemplation, her Sunday morning devotional, meditating on the riches and wonders of earth's bounty.

She stood her ground as the waves rolled within inches of her feet, so lost was she in her reverie.

By and by, a seagull cried out as he wheeled above her, raising an alarm. Soon he came to rest beside his friend, leaned over and murmurred something. I think it went something like this, "Why good morning, Myrtle. My, but aren't you looking mahhvelous today."

Myrtle, not wishing to be disturbed, merely kept her eyes on the horizon. I wondered if perhaps she was waiting for her own Cap'n Turner.

Hector, however, was on a mission. "Myrtle, just so's you know, a man approaches. Fly, fly, fly away now, and save yourself."

Myrtle ignored him, though she cast a wary eye down the beach. Hector walked a few steps away, placing himself squarely in the man's path. I swear the little gull assumed a warrior stance and waited for the intruder to reach them. Myrtle continued contemplating the restless tide.

Soon, the man was within a few feet and Hector gave ground, walking a few steps away from the water. A moment later, Myrtle followed, keeping Hector between her and the man.

As soon as the man passed, Myrtle resumed her solitary stance at the water's edge.

Hector, free to carry on his morning browsing, departed.

How blessed I feel to partake in their morning ritual, even as an onlooker.

What a beautiful way to spend a morning. On the beach. In the sun. Sharing devotion with a couple of feathered friends.

~ Olivia J. Herrell

P.S. My heart and prayers go out to Bryan at The Time Guardian Saga. He lost his beloved sister on November 6th and just posted a beautiful and touching tribute. If you don't already follow Bryan, please click over and give him some love.

7 comments:

Melissa said...

These are absolutely gorgeous pictures.

Roland D. Yeomans said...

Like Melissa said, those are beautiful pictures. And that was an absorbing story. What really was going on in those avian heads?

We think we know that birds and animals are dumb. But are they? Or do they just think in ways alien to us because their perception is so unlike ours?

Thanks for telling us about Bryan and his recent blow to his life and heart. I am heading there now, Roland

Terry Stonecrop said...

Love the pix and the way you got into the gulls' heads:)

Thanks for telling us about Bryan. I'll go see him, too.

Raquel Byrnes said...

That was great! Never thought of that POV before. The pix were awesome and made me wistful for summer.

Have a super day.
rb

Jules said...

Great story, Ms. Rebel. I love the pick up line ;) Reminded me of a conversation I had with a crab at day break. :)

I don't follow Bryan but I'll go send some love.
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

Renae said...

Loved the pictures. Gorgeous!

The Words Crafter said...

A wonderful story and beautiful pictures....

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