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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 . . .

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Herons and Baby Geese

Seabees Matt and Cory planned with BirdManBob the new aviary built specifically for Missi, Wild Bird Rescue's Avian Ambassador. Blind in one eye, Missi would die in the wild, so Lila requested the state to keep Missi alive at Wild Bird Rescue. See the link to Missi's blog at right for a glimpse into her every day life as an educational bird. 

Redwinged Blackbirds continue to visit the feeders at the center.

Female and male Cardinals, Redwinged and Yellow-headed Blackbirds share the seed with White-winged and Eurasian Collared Doves. 

The Great Blue Heron in the cove finally allowed me to walk close. I appreciated this because normally my photos of this heron look like the ones below.

After MyMrMallory cooked fish, chips, and Hush Puppies at the Kiowa Kooks cook-out for MSU's basketball supporters, I slipped away to watch the fledgling Canada Geese.
The sun had begun to set, but with strong rays.

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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.