Our yearly trek to Colorado was the high point of our summer.
We enjoyed the Denver Zoo with the grandkids. The geese were so funny. My hubby even made his first video which showed many sights at the Children’s Museum–including the floor when he forgot to turn it off.
But the most shocking yet awe-inspiring experience was when a sudden summer storm whipped up out of nowhere.
My son and his wonderful wife lived where the west side faced mountains and the east side faced parries. It felt like being just in between Colorado and Kansas.
We enjoyed watching birds on the fence posts several mornings before this day. The day had started out with a relaxing breakfast, then watching the grandchildren play while adults visited.
Suddenly all hell broke loose! Thunder, lightning, and sheer buckets of rain pelted the house and balcony deck which was just next to where we were at the kitchen table.
As we pasted our faces to the windows, we were startled and mesmerized to find a bird seeking shelter by clinging to the screen. But just as we began to watch several more showed up.
At first we counted them, being amazed at each successive number. But before long there were just too many to count! The porch was about 40 feet long and as we all gathered we were hypnotized by the seeming desperation of those birds.
Every time new ones came and we fastened our eyes on them, more would show up. It seemed to never end, and the windows were crowded with hundreds of startled birds, while on the inside there were equally startled and amazed people.
We wondered where they all came from. We wondered where they usually went in a blinding storm, which was not so uncommon on the prairie.
But most of all we just watched their frantic movements as they hung onto the screen, adjusting their positions as others arrived. Maybe they had thought the glass was not there and they had aimed for the shelter of the house. . .
Nevertheless, they hung on for dear life to the screen, jockeying a bit now and then for position.
The huge windows were literally painted in desperate birds. Too bad we didn’t have cell phones back then, cause the picture would have gone viral.
Eventually the rain let up and the birds left little by little. Our grandchildren wondered where they were going and expressed concerns for their safety.
We always loved our yearly trips to Colorado, but this one stuck in our heads just like the birds seemed to stick to the windows.
Storms can bring a duet of fascination and fear. The day so many birds clung to the balcony windows will always cling close in my memories, particularly during blinding storms. I can’t help thinking of where the birds went for shelter.