Who Has Seen The Wind?


"Sunrise, sunset"My favorite quote, written by W.O. Mitchell: “Who has seen the wind?  Neither you nor I.  But when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.”

Every morning, when Paula and I lived on the farm, we would be given breath.  We sat at our breakfast table and looked out through the sliding glass door to a most magnificent landscape.  The cedar trees were gracious.  They must have been nearly my age today – even then.  Two of them sat side by side in some random act of kindness.  These cedars hosted a variety of birds and species of critters that one could not imagine nor capture merely by eye.  The morning gross-beaks were the most frequent flyers in these trees.  They would arrive en masse in the winter – disappear into the cedar trees and then emerge as though in an ambush – for the sunflowers seeds Paula insisted I put out for our guests each morning.

One morning we were watching our outdoor program, when a hawk flew right into the window.  God he was magnificent!  He hit the window with such a powerful force that Paula and I thought for sure he was dead. Paula was in a dither.  “Bill, what are you going to do?”.  Funny how these types of wild-life incidents became an automatic personal responsibility.

“Nothing.”, I replied.  “What can I do?”

“Save him”.  Paula insisted.

Well, I don’t know anyone who has given mouth to mouth to an hawk before but I think Paula would have been grateful if that “hawk-man” exchange could have been me.

Needless to say, I didn’t give the hawk beak-to-mouth, but I did go outside to check on the thing.  It was still breathing – the talons were HUGE.  I knew that whenever those things must have hooked a mouse there was nothing that that wee mousie could have done but give a squeal.

I came inside and Paula immediately said, “Is it okay?”

“I think it just stunned itself, Paula.” I replied.  It will be okay.

My words seem to ease her tension for a while.  “Besides, there is really nothing we can do.  It’s had a wonderful life here on the farm – it was free to soar in the air and take its pick of fine food – it was free to nest in the back 40 and to have a family.  What a life.”  Oh, how I always wished I could soar like that hawk.

But, it was not this hawk’s time to go.  Almost in an instant, the bird “snapped to it”.  There was the initial wobble, and then – it was gone.  I don’t know if it was the wind – but the cedars shuddered – I think the hawk took full advantage of those cedar trees for some necessary R and R.

What a spectacular view Paula and I had.  We never did see the hawk again – but our morning breakfast at that table by the window were never the same after our magnificent visitor had graced us with a view from our own chairs.

Who has seen the wind?  Neither you nor I.  But when the cedars bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Cheers

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  1. Anne Crowe

    That was very close to my heart as I have lost my mother and know my father feels the same way. Thank you for sharing your thoughts it did make me cry.

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