Last evening, as the darkness descended, a little Swallow sat on the wire leading from the electric pole to our house singing a song that sounded more like an alarm. His or her call was so insistent that I had to look out the window to see why.
The sweet little bird was looking right back at me, trying with all the might of the world to tell me something was NOT right…something wrong was there—right there—come out NOW!
Laying on the grass, cooling off was Tonto…a very ancient German Shepard/Wolf mix dog, (he is 16 years old), and lives one mile from us. Randomly he walks up to our place, usually because he has been left at his home for days and days on end in a state of without.
He travels across the flat lands until he gets here, then rests, until I find him. Once I get him all gathered up and cooled down, I load him up…load up food, take down lots of water, several dog snacks…chew bones and other things, and deliver him home.
There are three of us who watch out for Tonto, his closest next door neighbor, our daughter Shannon and myself.
And now I know…the birds do too.
Bird song talks to us, it echos throughout our hearts, the little guardian’s of the world.