birds
November 21, 2009
- A particular Stellar Jay has figured out--as best he can based on his size--how to get seed from our bird feeder. It's not easy for him, as he has to clutch the tiny stick, hanging upside down, and then pull his head to the aperture, pecking one, two, trying to get some seed. He flutters, he gulps, and then he lets go, flying off.I am sure this little scene is a metaphor for something very ...
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November 11, 2009
- ... when you feel like this: "O. M. G. I am SO going back to bed..." And this... "That Accounts for a Good Deal," said Eeyore gloomily. "It Explains Everything. No Wonder." "You must have left it somewhere," said Winnie the Pooh. "Somebody must have taken it," said Eeyore. "How Like Them," he added, after a long ...
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November 10, 2009
- It's fall. Whenever I see a black cloud rising from a field, poking fun at the setting sun, I simply say, "Beautiful."The cloud is made up of a thousand of Starling birds sharing one song, their song. Each bird was taught the song as a chick, and the song brings the flock together at the end of summer. My Starling would never be allowed to join. He wouldn't even know what they were. ...
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October 25, 2009
- Birds Clearly Don't Understand Glass
we wouldn't admit it,
but in your pocket slept three
baby grackles and a large blacksnake
as you stood near the winter
swimming pool, like a little
mother, but with fur,
a lightweight skeleton,
hollow bones, the age-old bell
on the collar,
your large palms
spread with shelled peanuts,
sunflower seeds, red millet,
white millet
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October 3, 2009
- Up at the crack of dawn today (lucky dawn ...) as Lord H and I were on the trail of the glossy ibis. Five of which had been spotted during the week in Dungeness RSPB reserve. We didn't manage to spot any at first, though we were compensated somewhat by a marsh harrier, black-tailed godwits and sanderlings, as well as a host of coots. Towards the end of our day, Lord H checked his iphone and ...
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September 26, 2009
- This has happened before: I'm having bird feeder issues. In fact, it happens every time I put up a bird feeder and I manage to forget about it when the trauma is over. Or I will say in a flippant tone, "Oh, remember when we couldn't give away that birdseed?"Then I'd go back to watching dozens of birds fight over the black oil sunflower seed.I'm in the before part of that scenario, ...
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September 19, 2009
- Italy was kind of fun, I must say - the best thing was just getting away and not having to think about all the other stuff, to be honest. Such a treat. I wouldn't say it was our favourite ever holiday, probably not by a long chalk, but there were some great (and some not so great ...) highlights, including:1. Assisi. It's fabulous - I really loved it, far more than I thought I would. I'd go back ...
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September 18, 2009
- Storks are normally white. And cranes tend to be grey, though blue is also a possibility. So what do you think a red stork or red crane would be? 紅鶴 (benizuru) red + crane To block the answer, I’ll share a picture of a hibiscus plant from my garden. I wanted to post this last week to illustrate the discussion of red flowers, but I didn’t get my act together in time.Give up? ...
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September 13, 2009
- It was nice to wake to the blue jays squawking this morning. Our 6:30 a.m. wake up call. They begin when the sun starts to shine bright, flying from their different trees, talking, and squawking. On a slow morning, like today, when I go outside—not rushed—I listen and watch. When they actually stop talking, no more loud squawking, I can hear the tune of other birds, soft ...
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September 12, 2009
- Tender
Four Dos Equis and his voice a plastic
radio skipping between station
and static, my new friend lays
his hand on my shoulder, his arm
as heavy as the whole weight
of his scarred white body.
Our small table smells
of moldy towel;
he's telling me he likes
being beaten, that he's never
told anyone this, that
he hires a woman to do it.
Beyond the ...
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