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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, July 9, 2010

Alicia Feeding Kingbirds and More

           This afternoon, George said he ate a worm. I hope he was joshing, because Wild Bird Rescue needs every single worm this spring to feed the patients. 


         After I helped Alicia write a grant that we hope will get us started in come brick and mortar capital improvements for Wild Bird Rescue, I hung around taking pictures of the fledglings growing up there. I, the volunteers, and BirdManBob, look forward to the day of their release -- a wondrous day.
         Above, I picture a gal we think is a Brown-headed Cowbird. 


         I employed HDR technology for this photograph of a group of Kingbirds, just to bring out some of the dark corners. If you squint hard enough, you can see another group of Kingbirds in the background, sitting in the next cage. Below, I show a series of photographs I took of Alicia, whom I like to call "super volunteer," feeding the birds. 


         It is incredibly difficult to feed Kingbirds when they near their adult stage, for they will take their food as they fly, in the air, rather from a bowl lovingly provided to them by the volunteers; this means that super volunteers such as Alicia must dangle the worms above them. 


How easy to feed a hatchling hawk! 

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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.