So the other day while walking in the woods my eye was captured by a flash of scarlet on my left in the maple grove. Turning toward it, I was treated to the sight of two scarlet tanagers perched near one another.
At first, I thought they might be visitations from the other side — maybe Pat and Martha, friends who had died in the past several months. But for some reason, that didn’t quite resonate for me. I looked up scarlet tanager when I got back to the house, to see what the world of totems and portents had to say about these beautiful birds. Turns out it wasn’t much.
Tanager — (A species of songbirds of the southern forests consisting of over 240 varieties which often cross over into other species.) Traveling by night and catching meals on the fly. Riparian entertainment of a beautiful male song. A convoluted family tree.
Blue-Grey Tanager (Blue Jean) — Restless, noisy and twittering away life.https://www.spiritwalkministry.com/spirit_guides/bird_animal_spirits
Hepatic Tanager — One who no longer associates with their family or group. Now considered,more related,to the cardinal family.
Scarlet Tanager — A harsh message must be heard
Summer Tanager — (The only entirely red bird in North America.) Add color to your life and remember that everything you do is of importance.
Western Tanager (Coffee Bird) — Maintain a secure,,food-filled home and the coffee tastes better too.
Yellow-Winged Tanager — Listen to a higher calling
The harsh message portent didn’t really resonate for me, either, unless it was telling me to consider the stream of noxious stories coming from various levels of government these days. Hmmm, did I need to pick just one message from the gushing firehose of harshness?
It’s several days later now, and I never came to a conclusion about the two tanagers. There have been a couple of other sightings in the days since, but not by me. My favorite theory, since these two were both males, is that it was a brief, unplanned and unpublicized visit to a key primary state by my favorite couple in the Democratic race — Pete and Chasten.
That’s my story for now, and I’m sticking to it. (And in the meantime, if you’ve got any ideas, please let me know…)