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Continue reading...11. October 2009
A knot of starlings bursts from the tallest fir tree and explodes like fireworks across the pale morning sky, fluttering back to ground like fallen black stars.
Continue reading...9. October 2009
Shy spotted fawns nibble at my grass and warm their fur in the morning sun after a cool night in the woods. Two does, two yearlings and three fawns lazily find breakfast in the meadow. Then something startles a fawn, and suddenly they all skitter into the woods. The same scrawny fox I saw last week lopes [...]
Continue reading...5. October 2009
After a leisurely walk along upper Sequim Bay this morning, I stopped next to a harvested cornfield to watch hundreds of Canada Geese fatten up for their long journey ahead. They seemed in no hurry to leave, meandering slowly through the field against a drop-dead gorgeous backdrop of the Olympic Mountains. (Notice the first snow of the season.) I love geese, always have. Migration fascinates me, that ability to move twice a year and set up a new home each time. Some geese do return to the same spot year after year, but others will try something new each spring and fall.
Continue reading...18. September 2009
In my ongoing mission to name each of the new moons this year, this September lunation I will call Crow Molt Moon. Throughout August and September each year my jolly band of crows gift me with their feathers. I have hundreds of them now and I’m waiting for inspiration to use some of them in some special artwork. But for now, many of them reside in a basket that hangs on the wall of my living room, surrounded by other crow art.
Continue reading...17. July 2009
To prepare the tobacco fields of North Carolina, they are sometimes burned first to sterilize the soil and kill off weeds. This is usually done in the winter when the local box turtles may be hibernating. If they wake during the fire, turtles must scurry for their lives, rushing they hope toward safety, not from one frying field into another. Sadly, some of them don’t make it. But in some areas their magnificent shells are rescued by children who are members of the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians. The children have been taught to treat the turtles with honor and respect and they find other uses for the shells. Which is how about 20 years ago I came to have an eastern box turtle shell that I then made into a wearable shield and medicine bag. I wear it over my heart on special occasions and whenever I want protection in a challenging situation.
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16. October 2009
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