Encountering a small death

Yesterday I was mowing a lawn when I came across a bird nest that had blown out of a tree.  About a foot from the nest I came across the former inhabitants, two dead fledglings.  The birds were speckled grey, probably robins, and looked like they were getting big enough to soon leave the nest.  I am sure the high winds we had the other day destroyed their home and their lives.

I dug a hole and buried them side by side with two  dandelions for color and beauty.  I know they are dead and it makes no difference if I throw them in the trash can or give them an unmarked grave, but it makes me feel better to honor them a little.  It gives me time to remember death, always around the corner, always waiting.

I think of the time birds put into making a nest and hatching eggs, the drive to procreate, the need all life has to reproduce.  This is what life is, a need to continue.  Then I think of the burdens we all carry, each of us with our own stories, our own victories and failures, and I decide to try to be just a little kinder and a little less  judgmental.  Maybe if I learn something from the little birds their short lives will have meant something.

Fun with printing!

At our Artists’ Trading Meeting last night, we had a great time!   We carved stamps out of rubber erasers, some of them flower or animal shaped, most of them square.   We talked about how to make a print edition, and how to make a reduction print, and how to used your stamp to create your own art paper.   Everyone made such beautiful prints!!

Amazing, aren’t they?!