I spied a meadowlark today, such a pretty sight! Growing up in a small town on the edge of the country, meadowlarks were a common sight. Perched on fenceposts, the meadowlarks' singing reflected the quiet beauty of the surrounding pastures and prairies. I loved spotting these birds on fenceposts while out walking or driving in the country, such a happy sight for me.
In recent years, the meadowlark population has declined. In seven years of restoring our prairie, I've never spotted even one meadowlark, so disappointing! I thought our prairie was the perfect place for meadowlarks, so imagine my thrill today when I heard the joyous sounds of this lark and spied his bright yellow breast. He was at the top of a fruit tree on the edge of the prairie, singing to his heart's content. I ran for my binoculars so I could catch an up-close encounter with this favorite bird of mine. I hope he stays.
Now, as I slowly work dismantling the personal affects of our house, readying it for staging and for sale, I will take time to pause and listen for the song of the meadowlark. Maybe his song will bring quiet peace to soothe my soul. Maybe this meadowlark will become a sought after symbol along the way.