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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 . . .

Sunday, May 5, 2013

A Ka-ching Birding Day (After Penny's Day)

      I follow devotedly Penny's birding blog. From her birding last week, I borrow her title, "Ka-Ching," because I felt that way today about my own birding experience. Not as amazing as her own in reference to spotting unique birds, I did see some new species that I see only during their migration and only when I'm lucky.
      MyMrMallory said, "Let's walk over to that pond. There may be some birds over there."
      Any time a non-birder says, "We might see birds," my ears perk up. Thanks to MyMrMallory, my birding list today includes:

American Avocet (3)
Ruddy Duck (1)
Green-winged Teals (3)
Long-billed Dowitcher (6)
Wilson's Phalarope (5-7)

       Interestingly, one of the phalaropes swam quickly in circles, creating a whirlpool that would attract food. Occasionally, the phalarope poked his beak in the water as it swam around and around. All I spotted were males, and no females.

       Before departing our home, I saw a Hermit Thrush in the garden. What a ka-ching day, indeed!

A Lark sparrow. 

A nesting Barn owl. She incubates two eggs. 


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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
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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.
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