Wrens in the paper towel dispenser

Not caring about the noise or vibrations

Not really friendly, the neighbor you wave at,

but never really speak to

Ignoring campers as they walk by,

stopping occasionally to wash hands,

never noticing the neighbors

Wild turkeys walk, sometimes run

along the road. Not caring about the traffic.

Cars, trucks, people are not their concern.

Simply getting where they are going

looking neither right nor left, until they turn

Perhaps they have arrived.

An emerald humming bird flits quietly among the flowers

Sometimes rising, as if to choose a new target

Then flitting down, grabbing some nectar

Hovering for an instant, always in motion

Too busy to stop and chat.

A sudden downpour, then all is still

As the sun peaks through

A soaked and bedraggled robin

Lands on a table, puddles fresh and full of insect life

Calmly, as if without a care, he hops from table to table,

seeking snacks and useful provender

Blood thirsty mosquitoes attack

Without warning or remorse.

We respond in kind.

Sometimes so still

We long for a sound,

any sound.

Nature answers with

violent storms, revealing her power.

Thunder claps, or really slams, the body.

A made scramble when

The food is wrong, again!

Still, the well oiled machine

That is the quartermasters

Overcomes all challenges

with Grace.

Quartermasters Rule!!

Showers on a hot and dusty day

Are next to heaven.

Buzzards circle lazily

on the wind and thermals

Suddenly they veer off,

one after the other,

Arrows from a bow.

Mid afternoon

under overcast skies

so still, for a moment,

all is quiet and serene.

A breeze gently pushes the tall grass

Birds chirping in nearby trees and bushes

A young doe leaps gracefully across the path

No cares, simply the joy of the day

The friendly wren poses for a selfie while looking for grubs

A pause, to take a breath.

Sun, peaking through the clouds

Bathing all in a golden glow.

Lightning suddenly crashing in the trees around us

the storm after the pause.

Seeking shelter,

changing plans,

adapting.

It is life

A young buck, 2 years or so

joined breakfast

Front feet dancing

As he looked left and right

wondering what joined

him for breakfast

A front moves in

waist high grass blows back and forth

Beautiful but unpredictable

Then hail, just as tents go up

Stopping only when gear is stowed

Sun breaks through

After a morning soak

Golden and shining

Reflecting off the drops

On the leaves

All is fresh and renewed

A rocker in the shade

squeaking with each pass

Hat shading tired eyes

Slowly back and forth

Occupant napping

Cheese and sausage

Crackers and cake

Snacks for bellies

Ready for sleep