My Talking Trees

When I peruse my garden flowers, bushes, and trees,

it is almost as if we communicate with one another.  So

much beauty to behold in nature.  Therapy.  As if on

cue, I spy a new color and hear the rustle as the

branches sway in the breeze.  Trees speak in a

confidential manner.  Listen!  They whisper to

one another as they notice my presence.  Lest

I forget who really owns the flowers, the birds

chirp incessantly the closer I get to their space!

As if to tell me to stay away from the nests and

birdhouses.  My husband sought shade near the

river birch tree and was shooed away.  I found

him sitting under the apple trees instead.  Our fine

feathered friends inform us as to where we

should be.  After all, it is their domain.  Amusing

how we attempt to co-exist in peace.  Retreating

to his usual spot on the front porch, my husband

noticed a very hungry chipmunk busy chomping

on a geranium blossom.  Did you ever wonder

what all the creatures think of human beings?

Often, I mistake a chipmunk chirp for a bird.

I must focus and listen carefully.  After

dark when I check the yard, I am entertained by

a hopping rabbit.  It has a favorite spot

near the apple trees.  Too early for apples to

fall on the ground!  Meanwhile, Mr. Chipmunk

scampers nimbly and playfully across the short

garden wall.  I take time to smell the roses too.

As I photographed some of the pink beauties,

my head hit the birdhouse above.  Well, I was

loudly informed by the wren inhabitants.  I

beat a hasty retreat and quietly watched indoors.

Note:

Vocalizations include chips, chucks, and trilling alarm calls. In fact, chipmunks are so talkative, and their high-pitched communications are so ubiquitous, many people mistake them for bird calls. Click and listen: