Today I was rewarded for all the hours I've spent this past summer, working outside in my yard. This morning, I spent a couple of hours, pulling weeds and picking up leaves. It was such a beautiful morning, I stopped working, grabbed a granola bar and a drink and settled down on our bench swing to refresh myself and enjoy the scenery.
As I rested, several sparrows flew in. A few went to the birdbath and a couple flew down to the grass in front of me. Seemingly oblivious to my presence, one of the sparrows hopped toward me. I was surprised he came so close; that alone was a treat, but then: The SPARROW flew up from the grass and STOOD ON MY RIGHT THIGH. I stared in astonishment while he remained there for perhaps ten seconds. I could feel his feet through my jeans as he moved around. He behaved as if his visit was a perfectly natural thing to do. Of course, I sat perfectly still, savoring each and every unbelievable second. As easily as he came, he flew off.
I didn't move for several minutes. I needed to absorb the joy I felt during and after this rare encounter.
|As I was picking up leaves yesterday, I unexpectedly came upon this cute-as-the-dickens bunny. I didn't see him as I approached the spot where he was sitting. I reached for a leaf and suddenly saw him, only a few inches from my hand. We both froze.|