Birds are everywhere these days, at least in Carmel Valley. In the morning I hear them call to each other and I see them, little whiffs of color, flit from feeder to feeder. Crows land in our oaks, birds of prey soar over the valley, doves peck around at our wooly thyme and take their daily baths and now and then a Cooper’s Hawk rests on a Eucalyptus branch. A little bit of bird heaven.
And now the birds have even joined us at the dinner table–well, kind of…John and I are working on a 1000 piece puzzle called Avian Friends (by Geninne D. Zlatkis) pictured above. We started it about the time “shelter in place” began.
We are loving working on it: it’s a fun task to do together or alone. It requires focus, is challenging and rewarding, and at the same time, it is a pleasant diversion. Plus, the bird imagery is colorful, whimsical and uplifting.
Small mishaps and miracles have been a part of the puzzle endeavor. One mishap was when John spilled his coffee on about 100 yellow/gold pieces. The top portion of each piece separated from the bottom. As we put together that yellow/gold bird, we discovered that one central piece was missing. Perhaps it had been tossed out inadvertently during the coffee clean up. Or might the coffee have wiped away its color? I immediately started thinking about how I could craft a substitute piece with my watercolors.
Then, two days ago, I spotted a white puzzle piece under the table. I don’t know how I could have missed it for all those days with all those vacuuming, but I had. When I turned it over, it was that lone missing yellow piece that now sits proudly in the center of its yellow bird body. Ah, yes…a small miracle. We need those.
At times, the puzzle seems metaphoric to our current world situation. Each little bird unit is both separate yet connected. Each is discreetly in its own space but part of a greater whole.
We still have a ways to go on our puzzle, but I’m keeping faith that it will be made whole again. I hope the same for all of us and our world. Stay well, all!
“Hope” is a thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops-at all-