First, Laura Boggess reminded her readers about going outside for a “playdate with God.” Then, Cassandra Frear said that she loves winter walks because she finds nests in leafless trees. So on my sabbath, I headed out to the nature trail at Lady Bird Johnson Municipal Park.
When I had last been? Two years? Three? It was back when my kids were young enough to think that a nature walk was a fun idea.
It was chilly, but not cold. Brilliant sun (not a single cloud). So, off to find nests. But I didn’t find any. What I thought was a nest turned out to be …
a cat. Do you see him? He’s fat and grey. In fact, he looks like he just ate the entire nest whole and decided to sit up there for the rest of his days.
So much for spiritual inspiration. Isn’t this typical, I thought. I go looking for serenity and find a predator.
But a little further down the trail, I found something else …
birds. I don’t know if you can see them, but if you had passed by the Bird Blind and Feeding Area, you would have heard them. There were so many birds that it sounded like water splashing. This little area was absolutely teeming with birds. I sat on one of the bar stools and just watched and listened.
Not as long as I should have stayed, but long enough to notice.
