It is roughly 1:00 in the afternoon and I have been observing without binoculars or without a camera . Just my eyes.....my ears.... I wait and nature comes to me. As I sit here in the outside patio on my oversized cushion (why do they make these so large?)....hummingbirds flutter around me making that 'hummingbird' buzz..... they continually chase after our garden of pollen. A quick trip from one open flower to another... no rush, no worries....just a dab of pollen for their effort. I read once that the color of pollen, whether it was just 'used up' or rejuvenated after re-establishing itself actually changes to the hummingbirds eye. That is how they know to partake of or not.....the color.... some university made a study on. Couldn't tell you which one though.
Bopping all around me are several wrens chatting away as the recent spring addition to the clan is in place and demanding food. I find it amazing how I can putter around in my garden and hardly come up with a respectable insect/worm but these birds can use their beaks and just about with every dig into the soil, they find a mortice to feed the young. Never fails....what instinct do they possess that I have no knowledge of? What sense, ....hidden. Oh, I saw an oriole.....just poking out of a black olive tree. The orange of spring decked out in with a solid black....yet the oriole springs back into the cover of foliage to be lost once more. I pick myself up and grab a few oranges we have scattered around our house in various collections of table plates. Taking two, I slice in half with my goal to entice that oriole back. I grab the top and bottom half's or is that bottom and top half's...? not sure, ....don't think it makes a difference. Going outside I pick up my favorite hammer (I only have one) and a few good nails and find an unused portion of an empty wooden ladder rung. Carefully with the nails successfully impaling each bottom / half combo.....I tap them in. There they sit now, in anticipation of being on the bottom of the pecking order in nature. I have tried this before, in various houses and spots. No success though for myself although I have visited enough places around the world none-the-less where this works. Perhaps I have mixed up the bottom and top half or plain slice it wrongly down the middle. When sliced and when viewed, they look rich and juicy and enticing but will see how it might go this round. I turn Merlin on and being a human, I 'allow' this 'AI' generated piece of whatever, to connect to the sounds around me. One by one a name pops up...the list grows. A bird is highlighted by having a repeat performance while others never seem to stop as they continuously speak to me. In a short few minutes my list grows to over a dozen.... I imagine if I wake up at dawn my list would be 20-30 quite easily, but now, in the mid afternoon.....I am limited to a dirty dozen, no make that a bakers dozen. I grab a pair of binoculars from inside and replace myself on the oversized cushion. I bring the bins up and view my impaled oranges. All there....no change, no movement....oh, perhaps an insect I see but not my intended game. A few 'fly-by's' overhead, most likely doves of sorts. Natures fodder. Against the wall I witness the wrens busy at it. Oh the poor parent or is that just the mom. In human years I wonder how old the young wren is as the mom has to take care of once more, twice....well, it seems to be a non-stop occupation. Is the young a teen yet? Can and when will it fend for itself? A cardinal clasps on to a branch right above me....a female. I know we have several pair who own our property. I slap a mosquito, .....missed. But I gave it a good scare as I know it won't be back. No, they won't....I know that. Oranges still in place...coming on 2:05. Might be time for a nap. That would be a sure way to lure the orioles. Maybe work on the crossword from the May issue of The Atlantic as it is difficult and if my mind wanders I would alleviate the pressure that might build up, my hidden aura of an expectation within my universe. With the pressure of my Aura off, the Orioles would certainly take up on the orange invitation as all birds do sense what we do not. But dang-it-all....those oranges are there and I just bet you Mr Oriole that you still are hanging around, staring at me thru the leaves, waiting for my eyes to close so you know it is safe. As I am going to do anything to you, surely you jest.
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Well from previous blogs you know the 'stages' of prevention that have been taken on WOODY as we attempt to 'draw back' his mental behavior.... yes, perhaps normal as it is part of mating behavior according to Penn State Extension but none-the-less...a bit disturbing living in the house with thumping going on all day. Our mystery thump for visitors entering our house. So after somewhat successfully preventing WOODY from attacking one of our windows by stages 1 and 2 measures, the end result was just chasing him to another window in our house, as evident by this new video. It is 'called' as it is....so voice-over being what it is in the state of the moment. We left to go birding yesterday for the day so not sure the extent of this 'attack'....an all day one or just in the morning wee hours. This morning Sunday we awoke to the bird doing a bit of both....finding a corner in the one window where the packing paper is not covering the entire window to attack, and then when chased away by us, it immediately started on the back window. Luckily,....we are going again today. So WOODY, have your fill of glass. Tomorrow I will get some suet to attract a female bird.... Saturday...Saturday....the state of our window from the outside, as Woody persists in its male dominated attack upon our glass. A continued Saga from previous blog. To start....don't be confused about the bird your eye immediately is drawn to in this image. For that bird, the big one in the middle of window and dangling by a string is not the bird I am talking about. That bird is fake. Fake news.... That also happens to be stage 2 or preventative measures Stage 1 is the packing material. Yesterday Deb had a marvelous idea as only Billy Crystal might be able to point out, that covering the window with packing material (stage 1) would be enough to persuade WOODY to move on. But stage 1 was a nice attempt, but futile in the end. Thus stage 2....the giant hummingbird feeder dangling from a nail would compliment stage 1. Together they would work in close unison, or so went the plan. It was real windy yesterday here and the fake bird was in constant disarray as it swayed back and forth across the window. In fact....something to note, the fake bird supplanted the real bird in the noise it made as the fake bird was banging against the window making the exact same noise we were trying to prevent with the real bird. So our efforts paid off yesterday only with identical noise. Last night, as we watched the Phillies whallop the Padres (did you get a chance to see the uniforms of the Padres? Oh my....yes, oh my. See below, as you can't miss it. Deb got quite tired of the thumping created by the fake bird so she decided to remove the fake bird from the arsenal of real bird protective measures, thus we were back to just stage 1 (see above in blog for a rehash of stages). All was fine....all worked but of course it was night and not much of a reflection in the window.
This morning....Saturday, as the day was addressed earlier in the blog.....WOODY returned as only stage 1 protective devices were in place. It is beginning to shape up that with No Fake Bird = Real Bird. So up again went the fake hummingbird to thwart off the attacks. We just had breakfast and so far, no real bird. I am sure this is to be continued..... ; Just this morning no less.... yes, this morning.....Deb and I were awaken in bed at pre-dawn. Dark; yet a hint of light. The first Cardinal of the day started to spout off, followed by the doves. Oh the endless doves. I suppose they are peaceful, they do have that going for them. Otherwise, simply 'breakfast' for the Coopers. But that is not the topic of this blog...About an hour after that first cardinal started their thing, we heard this noise. Hard to explain but the accompanying You Tube connection (https://youtube.com/shorts/3bEC5yfoeWk?si=ySD8hoJFXTkBm9-M) will fill you in. I got up and started poking around thinking it is something on the roof, the chimney.....who knows. While not prancing, as I simply don't prance....I did walk faster than normal, as my ears honed in on the noise. To the front....the front...the front of the house I went. And there it was. This woodpecker attacking the window. Not an accidental fly-by with a surprise 'whang' at the end, but an out-and-out attack that has persisted the entire day. This behavior has been going on close for hours now. Same bird, same window....same behavior, same thump. In fact here I am writing this blog and the 'windo attack' persists. The bird has left marks on the window as you might be able to tell from the image. It never stops.....it is a perfectly healthy looking bird with no gross manifestations of nodes or infections or oozing growths etc.... Just a bird. In fact it is most likely the same woodpecker I see most every day as it attempts to balance itself on the hummingbird feeder and steal a drop or two. So I pondered.....as I do. I like to ponder. If pondering could be a job; I would excel at it. I ponder all the time.....so pondering about a bird doing some sort of behavior is not unusual. Within my pondering routine I thought of lots of things like perhaps a dinged bird brain by previously and unknowingly flying into our window or that of another house. Or, I thought as this behavior started in the morning hours that maybe insects were warming themselves on the glass from the inner heat and the woody was grabbing a quick and easy bite. But hey, it has been hours past this time and I don't see any insects here; then or now. Was the woodpecker in some mating ritual as after all, it is a male...and maybe some kinky female is enjoying the show. But I am going to nix that theory too for no. reason other than, just because. Is the bird seeing it's reflection? Maybe....but there wasn't any light on when the bird started this behavior hours ago and I don't know why all of a sudden this reflection has become such a big issue. Come on man oh yellow, get over it....mellow out. But wait....I googled this behavior by typing in 'odd birding behavior and bird smacking into window on a continuous basis' and I take note. I sit up.... Penn State Extension might have an answer. Not from just one of my theories but a combination of them. According to Penn State....(And I will just quote their web site)... "This is a problem that is most common in spring as male birds are establishing and defending territories. The male sees his reflection in the window and thinks it is a rival trying to usurp his territory. He flies at the window to try and make the rival leave." And apparently it won't help to just close the window shades as the woodpecker in question would just find another window. The only known cure is to get an actual female and to pair them up. Once paired, his mind is on other things, after all....he is a male. Of course, who is to say the same thoughts are not within the female? So there you go....not some alien bird or a bird in special need at the moment, unless that need is female related, and yes, it is spring....and yes it is a window and most likely a reflection. Answer to the 'why' now is logged in and noted. And...I pulled the blinds down. Problem solved it would appear. I will try to open them later on as perhaps the bird just needed a reboot. Second day...morning and going on 10am. Been a few hours and even with the shade pulled down to cut back on reflection, the bird continues to 'thump the window'. Admittedly a reflection still shows from the outside, with the shade down but hey, I tried. It is not up to the bird to figure this thing out. I can provide some assistance such as attempting to block this behavior by pulling the shade down, or by sitting outside to inhibit his window thrashing....But I am not going to sit out there all day, just to sit. Unless of course I have a glass of wine. https://youtube.com/shorts/3bEC5yfoeWk?si=ySD8hoJFXTkBm9-M I have a dilemma.....Do I bird the west coast or the east coast? That is a struggle I have. You see....to bird I feel I need to bring along my bins. My binoculars become an extension of who I am. A birder....
Wow….interesting dilemma. But how about this one.....I feel guilty as well, as here I sit in my country and listen to what is going on in Ukraine, or let’s not forget Afghanistan or the majority of Africa…In perspective, my worries are nothing as compared to that of life itself, as defined by attempting to live in other parts of the world. But sadly, as one is aside, far away….not connected to the suffering existing by someone else, be it in Ukraine or just down the street from me, as humans you see….we have really no capacity to do. We can appreciate and we can understand…we can object or cry out or give money or or or or, but bottom line is that here, it does little good for the results. Life just moves one. What can I do is to continue to live my life knowing that life is so ever fleeting. I can live my life in the disguise of pretending that nothing is going on someplace else. I can live my life knowing that I walk the street while others cannot. I live my life simply by being aware of how others are forced to live and cope with their lives. I don’t have the political power or money or ability to change as history unfolds. That is where the guilt lies. How to live a life knowing that others have no choice in their suffering. Yet is today any different from yesterday? Is today’s ‘self-guilt’ and inabilty to act any different from what happened in some country or down the street; 5 years ago, or 20 or? No, it doesn’t work that way. But I managed to live and make it thru life so far and again, what actions have I taken to ‘save the world’? Must I turn a blind eye to what occurs knowing that I can’t do anything about it anyhow? Or, do I ‘do something about it, knowing that it really doesn’t do any good, but I ‘act’ …I put forth some action, just because morally I know I should? Wow….quite the dilemma. I simply don’t know…..I do know that how I live my life and what I do to help those around me, where I might have some influence or sphere of control, is what I should, can, must do. I can’t help what is being conducted in Ukraine today, but I can help my family as opposed to not thinking about helping them. I can help a neighbor as opposed to only thinking of my side of the fence. I can help my community. I can help where my ‘zone’ matches up to the zone in need of help. And that is what I do. No, as stated, it doesn’t help Ukraine or the like, but my actions do help myself cope with myself. It has been awhile....a great while. Pete Dunne still remembers Sept 1st, 1976....as he stood alone on a table he constructed. There he was....24 years old, a pair of Leitz Binoculars ...cutoffs and a tee. Life was simple back then and so was the Cape May Hawk Watch. It has grown; since. That article always reminds me of how things begun, every time I visit Cape May and stand on that lovely platform now. Now, here I lie, or walk....or more appropriately 'sit' in my old webbed-back chair I got from Deb's former mother-in-law. A hand-me-down none-the less, but better than a rickety table. I share my time between the east and west coast and right now, Here Lies Tubac Hawk Watch, in southeast Arizona......I am going to lay out the scene for you here, so you get an idea. There are two tents in a large field, with a table under one of the tents. Stretched across one tent, towards the rear...is a banner showing the main hawk species found here. The highlight, is the Common Black Hawk, or perhaps the Zone Tailed. On the chain link fence is a board strapped with a tie-down and electric tape, is the board with a count from Yesterday and a Season total. The hawk watch season here is the entire month of March. The counter is "Pete"....How odd is that, another Pete, but a different Pete. If you look at the video he is the one with a hat, pony tail, white tee, and jeans. His green Tacoma truck is in back and many times he counts from being perched on the tail of the truck. Pete is not a young buck ....not like the hawk counters at Cape May but a seasoned birder who just happens to love doing this kind of thing. He has been doing this since 2013 but the Hawk Watch has stayed about the same, just a western....low-keyed thing. Not going to change much and shouldn't ....for if it works, why change it? Today, Wednesday the 3rd of March, had us warm to the low 80's with no wind in the morning. The sky, as you can see was blue with scattered clouds. Us, who all participate in this count.... scan the skies. When facing south, as the hawks approach.....we first catch a 'speck' of a glimpse with our binoculars, with that speck being miles away. The 'see-er' will yell out....got one. And then point out where along the horizon in comparison to the to tree line is the approach hawk. Early in the season it is just a 'one or two' thing. The hawks soar in the thermals and head 'north' for the summer. Pete will ramble on with some odd statement or two....pull up his bins and put the official stamp of ID on the hawk)s). He will keep track on his clip-board while another lady will enter into her phone. Sometimes the two do not mesh, as was the case this morning. I was chatting with a few others and staring at the board and I initially asked' ..."Any Black Hawks yet"...with a reply that yes, ...Tuesday there were two, and yet the board showed NONE for Tuesday. Thus, we found the discrepancy and the lady fixed. Apparently her program has Black Hawk and Zone-tailed all the way below all others, including the Unknown category, so something got screwed up in the official transfer. But the paper clip board ruled, and the board was updated to show 2. But how about today.....? Nothing so far....one red-tail I believe. We talked.... Then a lady started to point out towards the west hills. A few miles away. Way up in the sky were a pair of hawks riding the thermals. They rode and rode....and north they went. Pete Id'd them as Common Black Hawks by the tail, body shape and what he said was a slight 'white' in the tail representing the tail band. .....Hmmmm..."Right, I told myself, from that far off?' I could almost see the black let alone the white they were so far away but hey, Pete has been doing this for a few years now as he spends every day in March....every day....every single day....for FREE (Hear that Cape May)....from 9-4, counting Hawks. So when Pete saids. Common Black hawk, yeah...I believe him. Actually they did look like Black Hawks as the next group of 4 played out. Further south, approaching us....were a group of 4. "I" actually spotted these and if you look at the video, the trees way far back was the point of first sight. But the Hawks were much further away and couldn't be seen with the naked eye.... My 10x bins came in handy. Two were soaring above two others. The differences were obvious between the two on top (Red-Tails) and the two on the bottom (Black Hawks), so yes, Pete was right. The day progressed....a couple of Coopers who breed around this parts (more than that do but these two just managed to show themselves) flew into the bushes on the east nearer the Santa Cruz River. Then a Red-Tailed came right near us and perched on a pole as if saying 'count me, count me'... But no, sadly....no count. The Hawk Watch only counts migrants coming from the south, up to the northern summer homes. A local yocal like the Red-tail gets no respect around here. About a half hour more ....much closer and just in the open field came a low soaring Common Black Hawk. No ID really needed on this as it is very obvious it is a black hawk. The 'black under' and the 'white band' at the tail is just a natural give-away. .....beautiful view. I was talking to a lady afterwards as I ran into her later on that day in another birding locale and was talking about it. She was there, but nature called her prior to that sighting and she, well.....she missed 'that target'... But I saw it....fantastic.
Like Cape May, there are two Pete's. Unlike Cape May, Tubac offers no 'super platform' stocked like a trout farm, tithering with scopes and binoculars. No young naturalists there to guide people the novice and no paid staff. Being here in Tubac..... you have a small community of birders, much like we find in the Forsythe Saturday Bird Walks. A group of people who embrace birding and yet, don't need the hype to bird, or to Hawk Watch in this case. Now, I must admit...when I first came to Jersey and ventured to the Cape May Platform, it was like a kid going into a baseball stadium for the first time. Utter Awe, simply utter awe. Yes, the platform at Cape May is simply inspiring to know that you made it to the 'big leagues', sort of speaking. But likewise if one ventures to Hawk Watch in PA. No platform other than what Mother Nature provides as one perches on the rocks. So Tubac, ....well, just another version of 'the' platform. Below is Hawk Count / Tubac and notice the column representing the species are not nearly that of what we find in Jersey. Yes, Jersey itself, be it Cape May or our own area in AAS, has a nice number of species to keep at eye out for. Again, each their own. Click .....clicking.....click....pause.... Walk over and view out. No, I don't see a Little Black Dress but I do see a black bird, very lovely and very frightened and so utterly alone except for some nameless, well..... for now.... in the Mesquite tree in my courtyard, my house here. No fire escape to land upon, but only the twisted branches of the Mesquite as the moonlight, oh....perhaps wider than a mile it might seem, has come to rest upon and crossed, in style I might add....the dark color of this black bird. I straighten.....and I too with a bit of style....I lean into the outside as my first look at a lonely one, again....not in a black dress, although perhaps someday that might be. Yet the black bird now, who sits in that Mesquite tree, criss-crossed with light from the moon, ....now appears to be just a dream. No bird...no black bird, just a dream-maker as I am fooled by the fold of branches. Oh, such a Heart Breaker I must admit; for where-ever you're going, I am going your way. Like two drifters, we have become, one who is now further sunken into the branches of the Mesquite...though not of this world at present, yet 'off to see the world' is best to pre-suppose, for there is such a lot of world to see. Sometimes I sense, more so than think, that the bird and I, when together...we are after the same rainbow's end. So I wait some more, ....just like one would be waiting around the bend in hopes of meeting their once 'huckleberry friend'....In the river of a moon, and me.....Hi. I had....if you can scroll down one blog, .....a New Years birding resolution, but now, as I sit here and ponder a bit, and admittedly sometimes I just stare or take that big move and just leave to take a nap. Why not? But I want to simply 'strike that'... No, no birding New Year's resolution for me. In fact, I really don't like the concept behind resolutions or the whole process inherent within. So with that in mind; my 'striking' of any birding resolution just fits me. This is Jim, this is me. I am not you, nor them. "Winging it' ...is just plain old me. Too much planning creates Chaos. I used to plan, and in fact even have blogged on the perils of. I might have dwelled on all possible variables to the situation, which inevitably brought upon a written matrix to guide me to the best possible end result. In the past, as a younger man falling victim to 'what was supposed to be' or to the 'teachings of others', that dang matrix would just drive me nuts. Yes be it written on paper or done on (egads) the digital world of the computer, ....lines and columns and data would be collected or written upon. But I am telling you; Planning creates Chaos. Winging it creates Adventure. So, no planning, no resolutions. Just pure 'winging' it. The term 'Winging' it' comes from the theater. Oh yes, "the theater, the theater....oh what happened to the theater". Forward to 45 seconds and listen to Danny Kaye. But the term 'winging it' stemmed from the 19 century theater, way prior to Danny Kaye although I bet he was born pretty close to it. When an actor/actress was called upon to fill in for another, and they 'nay not the lines', well....they improvised, or winged it. But as a birder.....winging it at least sounds very appropriate given the subject matter. If I plan and create a resolution as I did in 2017 with birding, I just confuse myself. My birding becomes 'birding with intent' and we all know that if you go looking for something, you shall never find. For instance, have you ever gone looking for a 'Road Runner' and found it? Or a Goshawk? Or just about any bird with the exception of the 'usual'? So when creating a resolution filled of that 'type of bird', I just set myself up for failure. Chaos...is derived from planning. The year 2022..... Birding. I am just winging it. I have a pair of binoculars to look out the window....I will go birding when I want, when I choose. I will enjoy nature as natural instead of planned. I will hear the crunch of iced snow beneath my feet or feel the sponginess of moss. I will have bitter wind brush against my face or hear the boring yet melancholy call of a mourning dove. Alone or in a group. The sea or the desert or even a mountain might call. Do birds go in the ocean? Any continent might due, yet one. A pure chaotic adventure is the only One I might ever know. Yes, I might bird alone, yet it won't be lonely. Someplace in those last few lines hit upon this below. Anyhow, enjoy 'winging it'. Two things....2....and only two my dear feathered delighted friends, just to set you down a straight fly-zone as we work towards the depth of 2022.
I was talking with Deb the other day as we reminisced about past 'turns of a year'. Remember in 2000, when essentially the technology world was going to fall apart since no one quite knew how computers would 'accept and address' the new century? But even as 2000 came, and went...and sadly computers were still with us, .... we then postponed the 'conspiracy theory' that the world was coming to a close since the new century doesn't technically start until 2001. Speaking of 'world coming to an end'....what happened to that Maya Calendar thing? Anyhow....2022 it is now, and let me ask of you; do you have your birding goals set? I bring that as a question---for a goal is not that bad of a thing to have. As I perused thru one of my old journals, and this one dating from 2017, this is what I found. Birding goals for 2018 were in New Jersey: Northern Goshawk, Virginia Rail, Cackling goose, Brown Pelican, Least Bittern, Cliff Swallow, Sedge Wren, Vesper Sparrow, Kentucky Warbler, Least Flycatcher and Northern Waterthrush. Now being a relatively new-comer to the fine state of Jersey, those were birds that were on my jersey list. Since that time I have seen the Goshawk, I have heard the Virginia Rail several times (not bad), seen the Cackling Goose as well as the Pelican and the Cliff Swallow, but have woefully fallen short on the rest. So, am I to just assume that the remaining are just carried over like some old accounting trick on taxes to the following year? Perhaps my tax situation has changed and that particular bird, while nice to have, is not on my list anymore. Wasn't it Alfred Tennyson who said: "Ring out, wild bells....to the Wild Sky." If such is true, the wild sky being my upcoming cycle of birding would most likely include the 'rest' on that dated list from 2017. Looking at that list, I don't think the Sedge Wren at Jakes Landing will occur since I will be in Australia for the balance of the upcoming months and Sedge Wrens are winter wrens around here. The elusive Northern Waterthrush, so seemingly easy to find...has just not made a visual impression upon me. I really feel it is one of those types of birds that just 'appear' and are not sought after. The least bittern? ...while nice...it might also fall under the same category of a bird not easily sought, but just accidentally found. I feel I have a shot at the Kentucky Warbler if I make a point to bird some of the 'tall' trees upwards. The vesper sparrow? ... That is asking for one. The flycatcher? Ditto... So my list has dwindled down to the Kentucky Warbler. If I tackle just one....just one...and only that sole creature, well...I might have a chance. The other thing I would like to do as a goal is to 'bird' at least once per week. That isn't asking a lot and is doable since nature, is nature creeps towards us with every step we take. Bird the wires, the bushes....the lawns, let alone the refuges or parks or the shore or mountains or the skies. I just want to document these within my journal as I reflect from day to day, week to week...and certainly they add up to a year. The second thing I wanted to point to you; beyond that of your birding goal'.... is that of visiting the Bird Forum. I have supported this forum since 2006 and have used it to find birds here in the US as I travel, to discuss optics and equipment...to find birding pals in South America and Australia..to sell or buy birding cameras's / binoculars etc... Truly a valuable resource. I don't like to participate much on e-bird but find the Bird Forum a nice resting spot for my attention when inclement weather hits and I can't bird in the field. Give it a shot. Bottom line...two things. Your birding goals and Birding Forum. Jan 10th....my flight to Australia departs...I will be in a foreign land. As Robert Lewis Stevenson once wrote in an opening stanza of a poem:
Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad in foreign lands. Like all poetry....or art, what you perceive of the meaning differs from what others might think, thus, does it make a difference then of what he truly meant, or...in many cases, didn't mean but later was implied by scholars? None-the-less, Australia is my cherry tree.....just me. I grasp and hold tight of the trunk as I meander thru various visa's and permits, designed to keep COVID away. I seek out a way to be in Australia where I have, what at times seems like....lost relatives. A portion of my family reside in Australia and I haven't had the opportunity since late 2019, to linger in that foreign land. Yet now the measures to not just look abroad, as I have done that for awhile now, but to actually 'be abroad' ....exist. So I, now, in these weeks prior....lie in wait and gently bide my time, so yes, I am still just 'looking' for now. When in Australia I will reside with my crew....my daughter....my grandkids. With me I will pack, a fine binocular meant to welcome in nature and to offer, as I hope... a seed to my grandkids to build upon as they too might learn to welcome nature. Actually they have learned, for they do allow nature to beckon upon them whether that of the land, plants...birds. But the binocular I bring to them as an offering of my visit, will allow a 3D or a 'birds-eye' view of just that; birds. So a walk in the park....of nature and things....now has new definition... Lying while Birding: Yes Yes I see it so they won't keep telling you where it is. ----Naomi Shihab Nye--- |
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