
This past week I was on vacation in Illinois staying with my parents. They have a small ranch house in bloomington. While there I made a trip to Borders and discovered this book "Sightings" by Sam Keen. This book takes a spiritual glance at birds and birdwatching. Keen tells marvelous stories of bird watching as a kid and finding the Sacred in the midst of what seems like a very mundane activity. His description of the Indigo Bunting was fabulous and seeing it in a book allowed me to see the awe that comes with sighting a bird so beautiful. I was reminded by Keen how much I love nature and birds. It also reminded me of my all time favorite college course, the required science lab I decided to take, "Winter Birds of Illinois (I got an A by the way)". We used to bird watch growing up all the time. I was reminded how much my grandfather loves to put out feeders for birds every year and how that was connected to his childhood home in Kentucky where birds flocked to my great grandmother's home. I also have to laugh because my grandfather thinks that squirrels are such pests that he designs his own squirrel traps. He has proudly caught 35 or so in the last several months. When they are caught in his trap, he hops in his Buick Century and drives them across town and drops them off somewhere. Not sure how sound this approach is, but it was a reminder to me of humanity's differing ways of dealing with so-called "pests," we usually like to remove them quickly without ever dealing with the real issue at hand. Truthfully, I like bird-watching because birds demonstrate a metaphor for how I wish I could live....unfettered and free. It is as if when I watch the birds I am seeing God dance with nature. So, thanks to Sam Keen, my winter birds of illinois class, my mother, my grandfather, my great-grandmother, and God for reminding me that sighting a bird is a sighting of the divine.
