Missing...

Last Saturday as I getting ready to head out the door to a family member's baby shower, Tom said, "Move slowly and look out the window to your right."
As usual and to our delight, there was one of Mother Nature's delectable morsels in our yard. I moved gingerly toward the window to my right. 

A wild turkey lumbered around the stone patio with eyes darting fervently for a possible intruder.  As I moved to grab my phone's camera, which proved to be too quickly, he spotted me and scurried away.  A wave of sadness came over me, not over missing the shot, but over missing the frequent sightings of God's precious creatures, abundant here in Minnesota, abundant here on the lake.

I will miss the coyotes, their grace, their piercing eyes, their hunger for the little dogs here on the point, along the caution we've exercised all these years to avert their consumption of own little wonders. I will miss the eagle that swooped into our yard to settle high up on favorite tree, the glaring stance, the perfectly poised talons, easily able to grab a fifteen pound unsuspecting furry pet in seconds.

An early spring this year, the loons appeared.  With their pointy beaks, banded throats and musical calls they flirt with one another primping for the prospect of little chicks yet to come, who will somehow know that shyness is quite appropriate in this land of predators and humans.  I will miss that sound.

We will miss the adventure of the one day event of baby wood ducks being mercilessly tossed from the wood duck house by their parents, hoping they'll survive the long fluttery jump to the ground, the short trek to the water.

They scurry about the yard frantically, unsure of which way to go, a few wanderers ending near the house, only to be coached along by us humans, careful not to touch and leave our scent.  The cheep, cheep, cheep of the fluffy little puff balls will be hard to forget in days to come.  

The heron, so playfully referred to as "Big Bird" by my husband, to our long lost WorldWideWillie who enthusiastically ran to the end of the dock to chase this leggy character, unfazed by its disgruntled roar as it flew away.  With the utmost of curiosity, he'd sniff its remains.  I will miss "Big Bird."  

Of course, I will continue to miss Willie. No longer will we be able to stand by his little grave marker in the yard. Willie inspired me to write my first blog, a blog that will end on April 9, 2012, the one year anniversary of the day he died Each night after writing that blog, I'd read aloud the day's writings to Tom holding back the tears. 

Its sad and ironic that when losing a beloved pet, we not only cry for the loss of their companionship, we cry for the loss of their peculiar habits, their tricks, their ticks, their characteristics and their rituals all of which bring us humor, familiarity and comfort.  

And sometimes, when we cry for the loss of our pet, we cry for all the losses of our lives at the same time; the loss of people, the loss of relationships, the loss of meaningful work, the loss of success, the loss of hope, the loss of health and the loss of a dream, whatever that dream may be.

Yes, we will miss Mother Nature's gifts here in Minnesota but, the nice thing about her...she goes wherever we go, even if we only stop for only a moment to we breathe in the fresh air, to look and to listen.  She will be there. 

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