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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Friday, April 16, 2010

Nestlings and Nesting at Wild Bird Rescue Center

Purple Martins and English Sparrows bring grasses and soft twigs to line their nests.
Inside the building of the Wild Bird Rescue center, nestlings are nurtured.
A baby Robin makes sure BirdManBob knows it's time for a feeding.

Having been nurtured and fed by CharmOfFinches, two baby Mallards lie seemingly contentedly in their cage.


Super Volunteers Steve and Alicia will transport two nestling Great Horned Owls to the raptor center in Lubbock.


A mouse! Yum! 

BirdManBob medicates a Barn Owl.

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2 comments:

  1. UnknownApril 17, 2010 at 9:07 PM

    Such a sweet photo of the barn owl! Is he fully grown?

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  2. Elizabeth B HawleyApril 18, 2010 at 6:53 AM

    He is fully grown, and yes, I agree he is sweet-looking. He will remain at the center until he recovers from head trauma.

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.