Posts Tagged ‘ birds ’

La vie en wetlands

It started out just as Yeats had said. It was about work and the grind and the difficulties and the schedule and the lack of freedom and everything that doesn’t feel like anything you want with the exception of the paycheck. If you’ve been there and done that, then this could be your signature...

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Titmice in the can

Titmice in the can. Morning doves in the box.  It all sounds like a secret code based upon birds and indicating a place where the action is taking place.  It is about place more than action. What is happening is a kind of falling in love with home and the sweetness that simple sights,...

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the thing is

Almost everything has seemed like something else for a long time. That’s the thing. I’m not sure when this started. I do not believe this is a thing of getting older either since I’m fairly certain that  this has been going on since I was young. It has not been diagnosed before or studied...

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Saturation point

The air conditioning in my car is caput. Apparently, so is my memory. The AC was caput last summer and I forgot. Well, it was a cold winter and that chased the memory of heat right out of my brain.  Memories can apparently slip through the crevasses in the skull as easily as some...

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Everyone is here

Recently I was part of  a group of people that had an opportunity to write about their wildest dreams for the world.  Imagine taking a few minutes each day to make this a part of your life. Or if everyone did.  One wildest dream that came up for me was peace and love among all...

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Corms on the wire

The first time I became aware of cormorants they were hanging out on the jetty in Provincetown Harbor. They seemed as if they were coated in oil. Their feathers, which hardly look like feathers, eminded me of the old fashioned oil cloth table covers. They’re great swimmers and move underwater like seals. That’s where...

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first pee, red-winged blackbird

In honor of today’s snowstorm and in anticipation of the spring, please humbly accept this days’ blog: I just realized that I have to accept the fact that I cannot make a living doing bird calls. I don’t want to have to drink water for a living and so my famous red wing blackbird...

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