Storm slams, surprises— tall firs swoon into the gale, branches embrace crows. Wild winds whip waves white. Giddy gulls glide gleefully. We watch, wait, worry.
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...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...11. June 2009
Today I noticed an unusual amount of activity in the sky just beyond my window, a near endless stream of noisy birds flying to and from my neighbor’s holly tree. As I could only glimpse them as they whizzed by, I didn’t identify them then. But later this morning, as I was enjoying the morning sun on my back while I deadheaded my garden, I looked up at the 50-foot tree and was astounded to see it overflowing with a chatty flock of cedar waxwings. While they are year-round residents, I’ve never seen any during my years in this house, and I’ve never seen so many at once anywhere.
Continue reading...1. May 2009
On the bluff behind us, her mate soared and shrieked fending off crows. Their nest isn’t far away, so I suppose this eagle was taking a break from parenting duties. Of course I can’t see into their nest, so I’m not sure if their eaglets have hatched. But we can all look into an aerie just across the Strait in British Columbia, where the fuzzy eaglets are putting on a delightful show. Visit the live eagle cam here (just during daylight hours, PDST). With Earth Day still fresh in my mind—and of course EVERY day needs to be Earth Day—this quote from Helen Keller continues the caretaking theme:
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16. October 2009
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