T H O U G H T S — While taking photographs late this morning, I noticed this robin under my small granite bird bath in my newest shaded garden space. At first I hoped s/he was "resting" but after a few hours, I suppose she's actually quite sick.
It has been an interesting afternoon. I can see this part of the yard from where I sit at my computers. A few other robins have flown down around her/him, and then backed away slowly, not flying until they were at least fifteen feet away. It was like a solemn processional. Even the young deer that has been seen here recently came out of the woods and stood for a few minutes about twenty feet away from the bird. The squirrels that love the tree right nearby haven't been seen either, a strangely quiet afternoon.
While I profess to know absolutely nothing about our souls or our own place in the univers, I feel equally that we can't know anything about other creatures souls either. And by soul I mean the conscience, that which can acknowledge existence. It really seems like other creatures are paying homage to this bird, and I can only feel honored that s/he picked my newest 'tranquil space' to have her last visitors.
If that's what's going on. I could be totally off-base, and projecting, lol.
Young female deer that has been seen here frequently.