It’s a common sight. A hawk stands motionless on a post, piercing eyes scanning the territory like a sentinel on duty. Clearly there are dangers lurking on the prairies that we know not of. I am thankful for the protection.
As summer gives way to winter, sentinels perform a changing of the guard without pomp or ceremony. One day, snowy owls are on duty, peering with their big yellow eyes at the colder landscape.
Each sentinel has its duty that it performs quietly and selflessly. Some days I don’t even notice that they are there.
During a recent trip to northern California, I was surprised to find sentinel duty being performed by cormorants. I can only presume that a less fearsome guard means a less present danger.
Who is protecting you?