Reflection from Daniel Baron
A raft rocked with waves driven by winter winds. The occupants sat, oblivious to the uncaring conditions, shielded by their layered coverings. As I rounded the corner, the morning sun illuminated hundreds of waterfowl all floating gently on the surface of the lake. Mallards, Gadwalls, Pintails, and Shovelers floated near shore, tipping over to grab algae and other tidbits from the mud. Further out Goldeneyes, Buffleheads and Mergansers dove deep, one after another descending to pursue fish and to pry invertebrates from the rocks. Striking black and white patterns mixed with cryptic browns and grays. Each bird accented with oranges, golds, and shining blue-green iridescence.
These birds crossed the continent to winter in our little corner of the world. Seeking refuge on any body of water they deemed safe enough. Marshes, lakes, ponds, and even the open ocean welcome these weary travelers as they fly to and from nesting and wintering grounds. These sanctuaries provide rest and sustenance that allow waterfowl to maintain their way of life. On that winter day, I was reminded that our presence in these sanctuaries can prevent birds from using them.
As I rounded the corner, and the main stretch of lake came into view, hundreds of ducks took to the air, fleeing my presence. Despite my good intentions, being in their space had caused them enough distress that the majority of the flock decided to leave. Today there are few spaces where humans are not present. During this Lenten season, I want folks to think about how we can give up space to our natural neighbors so that they may experience the peace they need in their lives.
Atlantic Brandt, Branta bernicla, by Daniel Baron
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
---Wendell Berry