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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 . . .

Monday, November 8, 2010

Fewer Doves

      The Cooper's Hawk that has lived in our trees for the past eight months or so may have decreased the populations of doves at my house. A couple of years ago I began to see rampant numbers of white-winged, Inca, Eurasian collared, and Mourning. This morning I saw three white-winged; yesterday I saw one, and no other. 
       Flying over Lake Wichita in the early morning, I always look down to the water in search for bird life (and scan the skies ahead of me to avoid collisions). The pelicans are there now, and Penny saw semipalmated sandpipers. View her report at her blog. 

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  1. Sophia's LoverNovember 8, 2010 at 4:34 PM

    ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE" SAPPHÓ !!!

    Song of the Rose
    For Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,
    He would call to the rose, and would royally crown it;
    For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,
    Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it!
    For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers,
    Is the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair,
    Is the lightning of beauty that strikes through the bowers
    On pale lovers that sit in the glow unaware.
    Ho, the rose breathes of love! ho, the rose lifts the cup
    To the red lips of Cypris invoked for a guest!
    Ho, the rose having curled its sweet leaves for the world
    Takes delight in the motion its petals keep up,
    As they laugh to the wind as it laughs from the west.

    Poem by Sappho, Lesbo, Ereso, 640 a.c.circ.

    Thanks.

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  2. troutbirderNovember 27, 2010 at 5:40 PM

    Clearly the Coopers likes those meaty dove. On the other hands I counted more than a hundred juncos in my yard yesterday. Maybe I'll suggest a few head south. :)

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