I recently came across a quote that I very much liked. I can’t say for sure that it was John Lennon though that was who it was attributed too. The spirit of the message certainly sounds like him and is what I was most drawn toward.
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” (John Lennon)
It is this simplicity of purpose that draws me to wildlife. When a bird sings, it sings with all it’s heart and soul. This straightforward state of just being, being what you are, being who you are, with no pretension, no modesty is inspiring to me.
The song of a Yellow Headed Blackbird… well…it is difficult to actually call it a song. That doesn’t inhibit it though. It rocks back it’s head and lets fly with the best loudest song it can make in hope of sounding good to a local females.
And, while it may be human nature to try to blend in, when a bird sings it will often seek out the tip of the tree, the tallest branch and once there, let the world hear it’s song.
And, though they be small of body, they let their voice ring out and be heard by the entire forest. They anounce to all, I am here, this is my love, my forest, my home.
All of this thought my be pure anthropomorphization. I may simply be projecting my feelings onto these birds. In fact, I have little doubt that I am. However, it is not so important what the reality is as how it inspirits me and changes who I am when I see them. It is the fact that watching a bird sing with all its heart makes me happy that is important.