Last night I didn’t sleep at all. By the very wee hours I was exceptionally frustrated. All I wanted to do was sleep. As the sky just began to lighten I went to sit on the porch. At least if I began complaining about lack of sleep no one would have to hear it. But as I sat there I experienced again the wonders of sunrise.
The wonders of sunrise really start before dawn.
First I noticed the dawn chorus of the birds. This song, which begins while the sky is still dark, heralds the day. In the past I wondered how the birds knew that the sun was going to rise. Now I believe they just have faith it will.
The sky was still grey and dusky when I saw the bats flying home to roost. The first flew from the north, rushed south, and then suddenly turned to the east. Others flew from the south right over the house and disappeared in the darkness to the north.
This is not one of “my” bats. They were far to quick for me to get a photograph. Thank you Pixabay!
The sun had barely turned the sky pink but the wildlife was already either getting up and starting their routines or hurrying home to the safety of woods, dens or burrows. The flurry of animal activity is another of the wonders of sunrise.
Clouds can’t always fight the wonders of sunrise.
Rain clouds were drifting quickly to the east and the leading sides of those clouds couldn’t fight the cheerful color of the rising sun.
To the west lighter clouds reflected the colors around them. They were nearly a rainbow in their pastels.
Remy insisted on going out so he could watch the deer cross the field on their way to the woods. He was a very good boy and stood perfectly still as they crossed only 30 feet from his nose. I could barely make them out so well they blend in with the straw in the field.
After the deer had gone he went off to investigate the little hill on the west side of the yard. Remy has learned that the foxes spend a lot of time on that hill and there’s always something wonderful (to a dog) to sniff.
When Remy had watched everything worth watching and sniffed everything worth sniffing I went to the front of the house. In the still not-quite-light I saw something run from the grove to the hill by the driveway. Was it a chipmunk? Could it be some other small creature I didn’t realize lived in the grove? I rushed to change the lens on my camera to get a closer view. It was a robin.
As though sensing my mild disappointment at such a prosaic creature the robin came closer and flashed his bright red breast my way. I found his courage in coming so close endearing.
The sun has fully risen. I still haven’t slept. But after seeing and hearing the wonders of sunrise I don’t mind at all.