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In Silence We Wait

When I was living in the East Bay my house had a backyard with big redwood and eucalyptus trees.  It was bird heaven. During mornings and evenings I could hear them socializing, probably gossiping about a day’s work.  I had a black cat, Itsy, who was a hunter.  Occasionally he brought me feathered gifts, which my husband and I would rush to the animal hospital to see if they could be saved.

One summer day I was enjoying the breeze and the birds in the backyard, when a sudden quiet fell.  I looked around in alarm.  The afternoon sun, the blue sky, the trees were intact, and the ground was solid.  Then I heard the rush.  Itsy pounded out from behind the bush.  All at once life flooded back.  The birds seemed to be shrieking with delight as this time they were the watcher and not the victim.

That moment of silence stayed with me.  The moment before something happens—the anticipation—as if the universe is holding its breath.  Something is about to change.

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A Garden Without Birds

We have a small garden in the back of our house with trees and vines.  For a long time our friend Jo has been coming over with her dog and planting a variety of flowers around the borders.  Since she moved away a year ago we have not been taking care of the garden.  It is weedy and overgrown.  But our cats love to play hide and seek among the tall grass, and every morning I wake up to vigorous bird chatter.

Our landlord is not so pleased with the state of the backyard and suggests we hire the guy who does yard work for him.  The man comes on a soaking rainy day.  He rakes and prunes and hauls and leaves the garden with a brutal crew cut.  Our cats stay home a lot more since then, but the birds who have given me so much pleasure every morning, have moved away.

Dore is now a born-again gardener.  He waters the yard regularly to revive the trees and plants.  Perhaps by next spring the birds will find our garden fitting to be their home again.

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