From Where I Sit

I live in a wildlife blind. I sit before these three tall windows and watch.  A hawk snatched a junco at the window bird feeder four feet from my eyes. Owls watch from the trees. Frogs live in the lobelia planters hanging off the house. Feral sheep fertilize the moss. There are deer, chickens, raccoons, flutterbies, huckleberries, birds galore… The nubbly texture of the mossy bluff, and its various levels and shapes and stages, is a stimulating view.

The problem is, only I get to see it. I tell people of the magic in this pulchritudinous (beautiful) yard, but how are they to imagine it? It is teeming with life. There is always movement. It is ever changing.
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This slideshow shares the magic I see through just these three windows, plus a few shots from the glass door beside them. Crank up the volume. The soundtrack is the birdsong I hear whilst I stare and stare and stare.