Friday, September 22, 2017

Northern Wheatear

We had a very rare visitor in our backyard today in Forestville, New York (Town of Sheridan).  The Northern Wheatear breeds in the high Arctic and migrates to Africa for the winter season.  This beauty was apparently thrown off course by recent tropical storms in the Atlantic Ocean and made a pit stop to feast on grasshoppers right outside my kitchen window! I'm still in awe of how the bird found the birder late in the day on this magical autumnal equinox.





Merry Mabon!


"Long light has lingered here, Earth still is warm,
Deepening shadows lost by the dawn.
Long darkness rising here, though heat lingers on,
Twist of the Equinox – Mabon has come!

Dead leaves fall silently, drift on the air,
Trees standing, slumbering – dry, cracked and bare.
Time passes quietly, echoing past:
Earth calls the winter in. Mabon at last!"

~ from a poem by Leanne Daharja


“O now is the time of the Harvest,
As we draw near to the years end.
Now is the time of Mabon
Autumn is the time to descend.

Old Woman waits patiently for us
At the threshold of the labyrinth within
She offers her hand that we may understand
The treasures that await at journey’s end.

O Great Mother has given of Her body,
We give thanks for Her fruit and Her grain
We then clear the fields so that next harvest’s yields
Will be full and abundant again.

Old Woman leads us through the darkness
Our most ancient and trusted of friends
She carries the light of spiritual insight
And leads us to our wisdom once again.

And as we journey through the darkness
And as we continue to descend
We learn to let go of what obscures our soul
And re-discover our true being in the end.”

~ Lisa Thiel

Lesser Yellowlegs