But Minnesotans are well prepared for darkness. We string up Christmas lights. We wallow in our dark sarcasm. We go for moonlight snowshoe treks. Through frost patterned windows, we watch the natural happenings outside.
For the last couple weeks at work, we’ve been filling the large cast-iron skillets on the porch railing with fish sticks for the jays. The feeders are filled with sunflower seeds and there’s a ball of suet hanging for the woodpeckers. Last Wednesday, during the mid-afternoon lull, the cook and I stared out the back window, watching the interactions between the greedy squirrel and jays, the polite chickadees, and the somewhat impaired woodpecker. It was great fun; so much so that later we both mentioned the activity to our significant others at separate times.
This morning, as the pine marten stopped scampering about the hillside beside the west wall of the Shack and peered into the kitchen to watch me make toast, I was once again reminded of the joy that comes from observing the natural world, especially in the winter months. Instead of losing ourselves in the darkness and cold, we become involved in an intricately webbed world that exists far beyond our immediate interactions with it. As we curse cars that won’t start in the bitter cold of February, baby grey jays are hatching. Even when we’re in no mood to admit it, there’s always something amazing going on outside.
Perhaps it’s time to set up feeders outside the Shack. The window beside my computer offers prime bird watching. Now to sign up for Project FeederWatch . . .
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