One day a few months back decided to grab my camera and walk after the rain. Clouds dispersed and I figured might get some great shots of glistening drops amongst the reeds and instead came across a nesting stilt! Heard of these birds before, caught glimpses of them flying away, their long pink legs dancing in the air, however this day would be categorized as another SUDDENLY from nature’s heart, viewing a lone parent sitting on what had to be a nest!
Why else would she be sitting on a clump of grass in the middle of no where? The rains in Florida can be torrential and ravaging, privately wondering if this was a nest at all, maybe the bird was sick and then lo and behold SHE STOOD UP!
And by golly by gee there were three eggs or maybe four! She started twirling them gently with her long beak and I just started snapping away what was happening. It was amazing to me that the nest survived at all the latest downpour!
Honestly would never think this was a nest at all! How could these little ones ever survive the elements was my only thought when leaving this day. Three days later I returned to the site and this is what I found. A baby stilt had emerged and survived despite the apparent imperfect home, nature had sustained herself. I was allowed to witness “Reflected Innocence”, again hot tears rolled down my face
When I heard the torrential rains that made my own roof leak, said a silent prayer for this little nest, how could they survive? My prayer was answered or maybe, it just led me to seek the answer which was hidden from my heart, because of ignorance, to what has always been. Now I could see.
Here is a quick clip of what we witnessed. This is where the stilt nest was in the picture above and to the right on the film. As I walk with my camera and catch these Florida birds coming in to roost, you can hear their beaks snap, see them fly in, hear the sounds of nature in their habitation. Amazing indeed
Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.
George Washington Carver