Bird watching is a little like people watching -- or dog watching. When I went out with Bow to the outer pen this morning, I realized there was a kind of similarity between that experience with the purple martins and Bow's peaceful enjoyment of the antics of the dogs out in the yard.
A window on somebody else's world is often all we need to refresh ourselves. I sometimes do that just watching butterflies flit from one milkweed flower to the next, and there are times where they seem to be congregating.
For Bow, watching the dogs at play serves a similar purpose.
When the weather is nice and all is right with the world, Bow enjoys just surveying the dogs from his perch on the bench, until his eyes grow heavy and he feels a late morning nap coming on.
Bow knows that he can afford to slumber, because if any intruder were suddenly to appear, the dogs would let him know.
So he lets his eyelids droop and his guard down, while the dogs guard the peace.