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My Friend, the Blackbird

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fullsizeoutput_391I’m sitting outside listening to the melodious song of my new friend, a blackbird. He lands on our terrace each morning and sings me a wake-up song. I’ve never seen the common blackbird before as there aren’t any in, at least my part, of North America. I find them seriously cute with their inquisitive eyes and bright orange beaks. Their song is one of my favorite birdsongs.

Every time I see him, though, I think, “…four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie…” I definitely don’t want to see him baked into a pie, but it goes to show how things stay with us from childhood.

It’s interesting to see all the new kinds of wildlife here in Europe. It was one thing I hadn’t thought about when coming to a new continent. It has surprised me how many different kinds of birds there are in Denmark alone. I come from a country that is filled with wildlife of all kinds, but I’ve never heard as many birds all at once as in Denmark. Sometimes while walking, we have difficulty hearing each other, especially if we pass below a tree. The birds are very loud!

Right now, as I sit out on my terrace, there is a concert going on around me. I could never get sick of this.

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Castle on a Rock

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Bourtzi Castle in Nafplio, Greece

I lean back against the sun-warmed stones and gaze across the blue-green sea of Nafplio’s harbor. The water swells softly, the crests glistening in the sun which casts a hazy glow across the landscape. A castle sits high on the rocky mountain above the city like an ancient sentinel. I can easily imagine the same scene hundreds of years ago. Not much has changed.

I can’t resist sitting cross-legged on the rocks to pull my journal out of my purse and try with simple words to describe what my eyes have trouble believing. The view takes my breath, sweeping it up to mingle with the sea breezes which threaten to steal my new hat.

The wind picks up, rustling my pages and my gaze is drawn upward by the sound of engines. Two motored paragliders sail across the perfect blue of the sky, coming, what looks to me, perilously close to each other. But, they too, enjoy this gorgeous day over the Aegean Sea. What it must look like to them–God’s point of view.

The boat’s horn sounds, awakening me from my reverie. As we glide back across the harbor, I find myself wishing I could stay longer and soak up more of the peace I found there, along with the fresh salt breeze and the sun kissing my skin. Soon I will return to greet the small part of me that I left behind, gazing across the bay with sparkling eyes and a dreamy smile.