It Is Sunday Morning...

…so we attended services at Our Lady of the Skies.  The interpreter was a Ranger.  It began with a role call, a litany of sorts– white ibis, terns, great crested fly catcher, mocking bird, tri colored heron, roseate spoonbills, wood storks, cormorant, little blue heron, laughing gulls, crows, willet, red bellied woodpecker, pileated woodpecker, red shoulder hawk, gnatcatcher, warbler, other various sorts  and of course the Cardinal was there.  We heard that they have a Jesus bird, one who walks on water, but he didn’t make it this morning.

White Pelican added to the ritual, dressed in their finest white vestments, flying in formation.  There were about 40 of them at one time.

The choir consisted of all of the above.

At home we’d have Jack in the Pulpit but here they have Jack in the Bush.  He directs the liturgical dance of the butterflies.

The black vultures kept everyone in line.

The osprey shared the meal, having caught, cleaned and prepared the fish for his mate and little ones.

The whole service was presided over by the Barn Owl, very wise and serious but with a hint of love showing through his heart shape face.