In Part 1 We took a look at the diversity of wings among the fowls and their copy cats (similar to crop dusters, stealth jets, Ercoupes [my Uncle Vernon had one of these weird shaped versions], piper cubs and the grounded Boeing 737 Max busses. I’ve also been taken in by some really quiet wings (as contrasted with ducks and doves and robins and pigeons). Noteworthy is that some really quiet wings are nocturnal. Leaving the treestand soon after 30 minutes after sunset there’s often a hooting nearby and if you’re at all near them in flight (them not you) their wings barely make a whisper. It’s impressive to watch them breeze through the woods without ever running into a misplaced twig or branch…and even without bat-like sonar systems…and there are those nocturnal mammal-bats…and the dusk-initiated chimney swift/night hawk (now there’s some loud wings) the twitter-pated timber-doodle/woodcock (each Spring I would lay still on the meadow carpet and observe their amazing warble-dives and oscillating struts…surely there’s no sense of humor that can match God’s…your Bible says He laughs). Nighttime brings out the rare, gorgeous, flat-winged Luna moth (found that many moths are laden with really long unpronounceable names like Acanthoctesia or micrpterix aureatella …sheesh that requires some serious phonics skills.) and then there are those clouds of migrating miller nuisances that can squeeze into the smallest crack and transform your screens into dark wallpaper. Speaking of quiet wings, we’re on the verge of the season for opening our screen doors by the porch light sounds of the B-52 bomber June bugs. So annoying. Hate it when they dive and land on you. Mosquitoes…saving them for next week’s Part 3, along with wings that don’t fly…you know, like chickens, ostriches, penguins and the like. Oh, did anyone else notice the thermal-bound turkey buzzards showing off soaring high in the sky above the Best of West track meet Tuesday? Incidentally my hat’s off to all those athletes, fans, families, staff and coaches. What an event. Well done. Somebody needs to beat those 1981 records. Kudos to you each!
Oh and one more thing about hoot owls. All my stories are true stories without embellishment. I’m in the treestand at dusk when I notice this owl is flying my way. Not only my way but like right AT me. His ten-foot wingspan (maybe a little embellishment) flares and his great big talons come forward and it dawns on me…he’s going to land on me (no exaggeration). At that time my grey hairs are warmed by a soft wooly toboggan (remember when we called them that?). Quickly it occurs to me my thin layer of soft wool is no match for those outstretched meat-grabbers. So I do what any scared-out-of-their-socks-innocent-bystander would do. I high-speed flapped my own unworthy-to-fly wings and initiated my own personal not-so-calm screaming voice “HEYYYYYY! I AIN’T NO LANDING PAD!!!” Yup…did the trick. He failed to land and my heart rate has now returned to normal.
I honestly just can’t muster enough faith to believe that all this design is a kazillion-year happenstance. Our Bible says of God, “John 1:1-4 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.” And several verses later it says ”the Word became flesh and dwelt among us”…JESUS! I’m still significantly Christmas-merry and Easter-happy. I unreservedly place my faith, belief and trust in Creator God.
PRAYER NUGGET: Ps 122:6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem
Panhandle and eastern Wyoming…I love you and am praying for you.