WRITING ABOUT NATURE

 

I am currently having a love affair with pigeon who has just built a nest on my kitchen window-sill.  She must have heard that my place is a good b. & b. from her friend, who just  recently hatched her eggs in the same place, fed them worms until they were big enough to fly, and left me with an empty nest syndrome.  But now  I am happily watching the process all over again.

My morning rendez-vous with the birds on the balcony of my Jerusalem home began many years ago, when I first met my son-in-law’s mother, a Holocaust survivor.  At the time, bread was highly subsidized in Israel, very cheap and many people threw it out when it became a day-old.  She told me how a crust of bread often meant the difference between life and death in the Auschwitz  concentration camp, and she would beg her neighbors to give her what they didn’t want.  What she couldn’t transform into breadcrumbs, she would take down the street to a place near her home in Yavne, a small development town,  where there were donkeys, and she’d feed it to them.

There are no donkeys in Beit Hakerem where I live , but I never forgot her words and since then  could never throw away a piece of bread.  So I decided to feed the birds, putting out the crusts and stale slices every morning on my back balcony where I grow my herbs.  For most of the year, when it’s sunny, that’s where we eat breakfast and now the birds come and breakfast with us every day.  At 6 a.m., there are one or two sitting in the branches of a tree below our balcony.  They know me now – they twitter a few notes, and soon there are thirty or more different birds coming magically from surrounding trees, waiting to partake of their breakfast.  For me, feeding G-d’s creatures is like a song of praise to the Creator, and they repay me with birdsong.

I have read that there are 470 species of birds that visit Israel through the seasons – very few regions in the world can boast of so great a variety within such a small geographical area.   The reason for this wealth of birdlife  is that we are situated at the meeting-point of three continents … Europe, Asia and Africa.   Israel is also located along one of migration routes of Eurasian birds, forming almost the only land  bridge between the Meditteranean and the Arabian deserts.  Birds visit on their way south  to Africa in the autumn  and back north again to Europe and Asia in the spring.

I don’t think many of my birds are visitors, because they come back every day no matter what the weather, so they must mostly  be resident birds.   The little brown  birds that send a message to the others as they watch for me to open the door to my balcony every morning are wrens.

Each one takes a tiny portion – sometimes just a few crumbs – and either eats it on the ledge or flies back with a piece in its mouth to a nest hidden in some nearby tree.   Then come a few sparrows, which seem to congregate in flocks and like each other’s company while they dine.    If  I’m lucky a lark will come, and sing me a song of gratitude after his breakfast.  The turtle doves should be arriving  soon  and will stay until the summer is over.  I love to hear their deep-throated cooing.  Last year they made a nest on the ledge outside my study.  They laid three eggs.  The mother sat on them, and her mate brought her food regularly in his beak (as a good husband should).  I watched every day for the eggs to hatch and finally they did.  I didn’t open my study window all summer for fear of frightening them away, but they soon learned to fly and were gone.  I am hoping they will remember and come to nest again.

Near the bread, I also put out a container of water, and many of them appreciate this – either to drink, or they land right in it and have a bath.  The most unusual bird that has come to visit so far, I identified through a picture in a book as a Red-throated Pipit.   It is about 15 cms. .long, a wingspan of 27 cms.   The throat is russet brown and so is the breast.  I found out it comes from northern Scandinavia, and it turned up one winter morning.  Then it disappeared for a few months and came back in the spring.  I don’t know if it was the same one, but I like to think it was, that it had enjoyed my hospitality and remembered my balcony.

It is very therapeutic to make a special place in your home where you can enjoy nature, whether it be birdlife, flowers, herbs or trees.  No matter how elegant or comfortable the interior, make a spot on a balcony where you can overlook a garden or trees if you don’t have your own.  There you will find beauty and stillness, free from noise and distractions.  It is very calming to take time to meditate, watch a sunset or in autumn the  leaves turning gold.  And remember the lovely Chinese proverb:  “ Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.”

If you also commune with nature, then write about your experiences for others to share. There are lots of eco-friendly magazines that will be happy to publish them – just look them up on a Search Engine and read their Writers’ Guidelines and you’ll be delighted how quickly the editor gets back to you.  Happy writing!

 

 

(850 words)                               ___________________

 

Dvora Waysman  5 / 5 Karmon Street, Beit Hakerem, Jerusalem 96308 Israel

Tel: 972 2  6513096  e-mail: ways@netvision.net.il  website:  www.dvorawaysman.com

BREAKFAST  WITH  THE  BIRDS

by   DVORA WAYSMAN

 

My morning rendez-vous with the birds on the balcony of my Jerusalem home began many years ago, when I first met my son-in-law’s mother, a Holocaust survivor.  At the time, bread was highly subsidized in Israel, very cheap and many people threw it out when it became a day-old.  She told me how a crust of bread often meant the difference between life and death in the Auschwitz  concentration camp, and she would beg her neighbors to give her what they didn’t want.  What she couldn’t transform into breadcrumbs, she would take down the street to a place near her home in Yavne, a small development town,  where there were donkeys, and she’d feed it to them.

 

There are no donkeys in Beit Hakerem where I live , but I never forgot her words and since then  could never throw away a piece of bread.  So I decided to feed the birds, putting out the crusts and stale slices every morning on my back balcony where I grow my herbs.  For most of the year, when it’s sunny, that’s where we eat breakfast and now the birds come and breakfast with us every day.  At 6 a.m., there are one or two sitting in the branches of a tree below our balcony.  They know me now – they twitter a few notes, and soon there are thirty or more different birds coming magically from surrounding trees, waiting to partake of their breakfast.  For me, feeding G-d’s creatures is like a song of praise to the Creator, and they repay me with birdsong.

 

I have read that there are 470 species of birds that visit Israel through the seasons – very few regions in the world can boast of so great a variety within such a small geographical area.   The reason for this wealth of birdlife  is that we are situated at the meeting-point of three continents … Europe, Asia and Africa.   Israel is also located along one of migration routes of Eurasian birds, forming almost the only land  bridge between the Meditteranean and the Arabian deserts.  Birds visit on their way south  to Africa in the autumn  and back north again to Europe and Asia in the spring.

 

I don’t think many of my birds are visitors, because they come back every day no matter what the weather, so they must mostly  be resident birds.   The little brown  birds that send a message to the others as they watch for me to open the door to my balcony every morning are wrens.

Each one takes a tiny portion – sometimes just a few crumbs – and either eats it on the ledge or flies back with a piece in its mouth to a nest hidden in some nearby tree.   Then come a few sparrows, which seem to congregate in flocks and like each other’s company while they dine.    If  I’m lucky a lark will come, and sing me a song of gratitude after his breakfast.  The turtle doves should be arriving  soon  and will stay until the summer is over.  I love to hear their deep-throated cooing.  Last year they made a nest on the ledge outside my study.  They laid three eggs.  The mother sat on them, and her mate brought her food regularly in his beak (as a good husband should).  I watched every day for the eggs to hatch and finally they did.  I didn’t open my study window all summer for fear of frightening them away, but they soon learned to fly and were gone.  I am hoping they will remember and come to nest again.

 

Near the bread, I also put out a container of water, and many of them appreciate this – either to drink, or they land right in it and have a bath.  The most unusual bird that has come to visit so far, I identified through a picture in a book as a Red-throated Pipit.   It is about 15 cms. .long, a wingspan of 27 cms.   The throat is russet brown and so is the breast.  I found out it comes from northern Scandinavia, and it turned up one winter morning.  Then it disappeared for a few months and came back in the spring.  I don’t know if it was the same one, but I like to think it was, that it had enjoyed my hospitality and remembered my balcony.

 

It is very therapeutic to make a special place in your home where you can enjoy nature, whether it be birdlife, flowers, herbs or trees.  No matter how elegant or comfortable the interior, make a spot on a balcony where you can overlook a garden or trees if you don’t have your own.  There you will find beauty and stillness, free from noise and distractions.  It is very calming to take time to meditate, watch a sunset or in autumn the  leaves turning gold.  And remember the lovely Chinese proverb:  “ Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.”

 

(850 words)                               ___________________

 

Dvora Waysman  5 / 5 Karmon Street, Beit Hakerem, Jerusalem 96308 Israel

Tel: 972 2  6513096  e-mail: ways@netvision.net.il  website:  www.dvorawaysman.com

BREAKFAST  WITH  THE  BIRDS

by   DVORA WAYSMAN

 

My morning rendez-vous with the birds on the balcony of my Jerusalem home began many years ago, when I first met my son-in-law’s mother, a Holocaust survivor.  At the time, bread was highly subsidized in Israel, very cheap and many people threw it out when it became a day-old.  She told me how a crust of bread often meant the difference between life and death in the Auschwitz  concentration camp, and she would beg her neighbors to give her what they didn’t want.  What she couldn’t transform into breadcrumbs, she would take down the street to a place near her home in Yavne, a small development town,  where there were donkeys, and she’d feed it to them.

 

There are no donkeys in Beit Hakerem where I live , but I never forgot her words and since then  could never throw away a piece of bread.  So I decided to feed the birds, putting out the crusts and stale slices every morning on my back balcony where I grow my herbs.  For most of the year, when it’s sunny, that’s where we eat breakfast and now the birds come and breakfast with us every day.  At 6 a.m., there are one or two sitting in the branches of a tree below our balcony.  They know me now – they twitter a few notes, and soon there are thirty or more different birds coming magically from surrounding trees, waiting to partake of their breakfast.  For me, feeding G-d’s creatures is like a song of praise to the Creator, and they repay me with birdsong.

 

I have read that there are 470 species of birds that visit Israel through the seasons – very few regions in the world can boast of so great a variety within such a small geographical area.   The reason for this wealth of birdlife  is that we are situated at the meeting-point of three continents … Europe, Asia and Africa.   Israel is also located along one of migration routes of Eurasian birds, forming almost the only land  bridge between the Meditteranean and the Arabian deserts.  Birds visit on their way south  to Africa in the autumn  and back north again to Europe and Asia in the spring.

 

I don’t think many of my birds are visitors, because they come back every day no matter what the weather, so they must mostly  be resident birds.   The little brown  birds that send a message to the others as they watch for me to open the door to my balcony every morning are wrens.

Each one takes a tiny portion – sometimes just a few crumbs – and either eats it on the ledge or flies back with a piece in its mouth to a nest hidden in some nearby tree.   Then come a few sparrows, which seem to congregate in flocks and like each other’s company while they dine.    If  I’m lucky a lark will come, and sing me a song of gratitude after his breakfast.  The turtle doves should be arriving  soon  and will stay until the summer is over.  I love to hear their deep-throated cooing.  Last year they made a nest on the ledge outside my study.  They laid three eggs.  The mother sat on them, and her mate brought her food regularly in his beak (as a good husband should).  I watched every day for the eggs to hatch and finally they did.  I didn’t open my study window all summer for fear of frightening them away, but they soon learned to fly and were gone.  I am hoping they will remember and come to nest again.

 

Near the bread, I also put out a container of water, and many of them appreciate this – either to drink, or they land right in it and have a bath.  The most unusual bird that has come to visit so far, I identified through a picture in a book as a Red-throated Pipit.   It is about 15 cms. .long, a wingspan of 27 cms.   The throat is russet brown and so is the breast.  I found out it comes from northern Scandinavia, and it turned up one winter morning.  Then it disappeared for a few months and came back in the spring.  I don’t know if it was the same one, but I like to think it was, that it had enjoyed my hospitality and remembered my balcony.

 

It is very therapeutic to make a special place in your home where you can enjoy nature, whether it be birdlife, flowers, herbs or trees.  No matter how elegant or comfortable the interior, make a spot on a balcony where you can overlook a garden or trees if you don’t have your own.  There you will find beauty and stillness, free from noise and distractions.  It is very calming to take time to meditate, watch a sunset or in autumn the  leaves turning gold.  And remember the lovely Chinese proverb:  “ Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.”

 

(850 words)                               ___________________

 

Dvora Waysman  5 / 5 Karmon Street, Beit Hakerem, Jerusalem 96308 Israel

Tel: 972 2  6513096  e-mail: ways@netvision.net.il  website:  www.dvorawaysman.com

BREAKFAST  WITH  THE  BIRDS

by   DVORA WAYSMAN

 

My morning rendez-vous with the birds on the balcony of my Jerusalem home began many years ago, when I first met my son-in-law’s mother, a Holocaust survivor.  At the time, bread was highly subsidized in Israel, very cheap and many people threw it out when it became a day-old.  She told me how a crust of bread often meant the difference between life and death in the Auschwitz  concentration camp, and she would beg her neighbors to give her what they didn’t want.  What she couldn’t transform into breadcrumbs, she would take down the street to a place near her home in Yavne, a small development town,  where there were donkeys, and she’d feed it to them.

 

There are no donkeys in Beit Hakerem where I live , but I never forgot her words and since then  could never throw away a piece of bread.  So I decided to feed the birds, putting out the crusts and stale slices every morning on my back balcony where I grow my herbs.  For most of the year, when it’s sunny, that’s where we eat breakfast and now the birds come and breakfast with us every day.  At 6 a.m., there are one or two sitting in the branches of a tree below our balcony.  They know me now – they twitter a few notes, and soon there are thirty or more different birds coming magically from surrounding trees, waiting to partake of their breakfast.  For me, feeding G-d’s creatures is like a song of praise to the Creator, and they repay me with birdsong.

 

I have read that there are 470 species of birds that visit Israel through the seasons – very few regions in the world can boast of so great a variety within such a small geographical area.   The reason for this wealth of birdlife  is that we are situated at the meeting-point of three continents … Europe, Asia and Africa.   Israel is also located along one of migration routes of Eurasian birds, forming almost the only land  bridge between the Meditteranean and the Arabian deserts.  Birds visit on their way south  to Africa in the autumn  and back north again to Europe and Asia in the spring.

 

I don’t think many of my birds are visitors, because they come back every day no matter what the weather, so they must mostly  be resident birds.   The little brown  birds that send a message to the others as they watch for me to open the door to my balcony every morning are wrens.

Each one takes a tiny portion – sometimes just a few crumbs – and either eats it on the ledge or flies back with a piece in its mouth to a nest hidden in some nearby tree.   Then come a few sparrows, which seem to congregate in flocks and like each other’s company while they dine.    If  I’m lucky a lark will come, and sing me a song of gratitude after his breakfast.  The turtle doves should be arriving  soon  and will stay until the summer is over.  I love to hear their deep-throated cooing.  Last year they made a nest on the ledge outside my study.  They laid three eggs.  The mother sat on them, and her mate brought her food regularly in his beak (as a good husband should).  I watched every day for the eggs to hatch and finally they did.  I didn’t open my study window all summer for fear of frightening them away, but they soon learned to fly and were gone.  I am hoping they will remember and come to nest again.

 

Near the bread, I also put out a container of water, and many of them appreciate this – either to drink, or they land right in it and have a bath.  The most unusual bird that has come to visit so far, I identified through a picture in a book as a Red-throated Pipit.   It is about 15 cms. .long, a wingspan of 27 cms.   The throat is russet brown and so is the breast.  I found out it comes from northern Scandinavia, and it turned up one winter morning.  Then it disappeared for a few months and came back in the spring.  I don’t know if it was the same one, but I like to think it was, that it had enjoyed my hospitality and remembered my balcony.

 

It is very therapeutic to make a special place in your home where you can enjoy nature, whether it be birdlife, flowers, herbs or trees.  No matter how elegant or comfortable the interior, make a spot on a balcony where you can overlook a garden or trees if you don’t have your own.  There you will find beauty and stillness, free from noise and distractions.  It is very calming to take time to meditate, watch a sunset or in autumn the  leaves turning gold.  And remember the lovely Chinese proverb:  “ Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.”

 

(850 words)                               ___________________

 

Dvora Waysman  5 / 5 Karmon Street, Beit Hakerem, Jerusalem 96308 Israel

Tel: 972 2  6513096  e-mail: ways@netvision.net.il  website:  www.dvorawaysman.com

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