It's the stillness I noticed first. But it's not quiet. If you listen, there is sound all around. But certainly not the sounds that I am used to hearing.
The breeze stirs the leaves and it sounds like somebody is whispering to you. You hear the voice but can't make out the words.
Somewhere a bird is proclaiming it's right to ownership of it's piece of land. Nature's No Trespassing sign.
Somewhere over on the road a car passes. A loud whisper that is here. Then gone.
Wildlife abounds here. The house sits on a cleared knoll that was once part of an apple orchard. Bordered on one side by 35 year old apple trees. Way beyond their productive years and abandoned to time and nature. They are now gone thick with unpruned foliage and branches gone crazy. The perfect haven for critters of all kinds.
Birds think that they have found their own piece of paradise here on Earth. Orioles, Robins, Cardinals, Finches and even the common Sparrow flit and call among the branches.
Piercing the silence, I hear a bleet. A sound totally unfamiliar to me. I look and see a solitary fawn, ripe with white dots, making its' way along the tree line. Disturbed from its' mothers' chosen hiding spot by some unknown danger. Now frantically calling for help as it searches for its' lost mother. My heart is breaking at its' dismay as I watch it disappear into the long grass of a bordering field.
Rabbits appear on the freshly mown lawn. Playing a madcap version of leap frog. Hopping, attacking and leaping over each other. Tired of the game, one takes flight and the other follows in hot pursuit. They too disappear into the long grass.
On the deck, I sit a mere three feet from a feeder. Like jet fighters approaching, I hear the incoming hummingbirds. They look at me with disdain as they hover, trying to decide whether or not to land. Using whatever thought process it is that they have, they finally decide that feeding is more tempting than I am dangerous. They poke their long beaks in and out of the plastic flowers, gorging themselves on fake nectar. Satiated, they once again take to the sky.
All of these things seem so strange and yet so familiar to me. Long forgotten memories of days in the country stir and awaken.
I am grateful for this experience.