Bear Foot Gardens Animal Sanctuary

I’ve now witnessed the magic of many baby bluebirds flight. After my run sitting down with a large bowl of rice, pintos, and avocado along with a glass full of cold lemonade a large moth like creature moves slow and awkwardly through the air in my peripheral towards me and lands on the floor beside my feet. I begin to clap as it rests singing cheers of joy for its flight. Two boxes and weeks spent beside these chicks chirping chirping chirping as their parents feed and guard them from any possible intruder. They all seemed to be going at once out of the nest. Strange is the way I drew in my journal at sunrise the nest and unhatched eggs. Many years and hours spent hoping to catch a glimpse of one leaving the box on that first flight to no avail and somehow in the most perfect sequence my hope is filled without control.

I’ve received a pair of Southern Live Oak trees from Louisiana and have repotted them in large pots. The climate is much different here so our experiment will be interesting. Around a week into a west ward journey along the gulf in a clear sky’s Spring sun I rested underneath one at the end of an empty road off of the highway. Eating lunch and resting my head I remember the wind’s song and our dance fondly. Traveling when few are moving, the beautiful solitude in open space. Our sound we will adore. Our land we must explore.