Monday, September 18, 2006
Monarch Migration
The pull of the Earth seems to tug the sky closer. What once seemed out of reach as it crossed the wide blue now seems just a flick ahead of my outstretched hand. A chorus distracts me from my silent friend and my eyes are drawn higher to that telltale V as it moves with intense purpose, perhaps headed to a destination not far from my friend here.
Its parents’ parents came north last spring, bringing with them that surge in me that cries: “Plant a flower garden so they’ll stay!” And now the same surge comes forth in me as my mums popcorn burst into bloom. But our friend can’t stay. It must find others of its kind.
My Kindergartener, himself a victim of seasonal migration, waits for the school bus. His eye is trained now on the flitting, floating, flamboyant flounce as it crosses our yard and rises on a breeze. He tells me all the science he’s learned these first weeks of school and how, when it’s a baby, it’s called a caterpillar.
Just once I’d like to witness the skies alive with these delicate wings en route to the birthplace of their grandparents … those east of the Rockies to the Mexican mountains and those west of the Rockies to
Just once I’d like to eyeball a feathery cluster of wintering monarchs, wings overlapping wings, sheltering each other from the elements and weighing each other down to keep from being blown away. But ours is a point in their journey at which they are still alone, finding the road to a home they’ve never seen.
The Kindergartener boards the bus … off for another day on his own. Walking up the driveway a single honk pulls my eyes to another group of geese just taking shape. The sky is alive. The sky is beautiful. Nice things to think on a crystal blue September day. Maybe for these monarchs, for these geese, for these students it isn’t about the destination. Maybe it’s just the amazing journey.
I love the monarchs. They seemed so scarce up here for a few years, and now they seem to have made a bit of a comeback. I think monarch and bird migrations are the most wondrous thing.
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The blog is sporadic until it gets closer to the time to go, but I thought you might like it.
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