The Little Close Encounter

Go out into the woods they say. Commune with nature they say. Draw strength from all beings. Yeah. Well sometimes you go into the woods, think deep thoughts and write a big book. Othertimes you go for a walk and stuff happens.

I thought I’d record some of the beautiful bird songs Tuesday so I used my phone. I was almost instantly sorry I wasn’t video recording. As soon as I hit the record button of course all the birds stopped singing, so I take a few steps toward the birds I can see and hear…

The next thing that happens is two birds tumbling through the air together whooped down on me out of nowhere and continued on their way. Whether they were enjoying what we called in Zoology Class a ‘cloacal kiss’ or were joined in a turf war I didn’t get a chance to find out.


What’cha been doin’?

I’m waiting for the paints to set up in my new travel palette. What colors? Hansa Yellow Light, Quinacridone Red, French Ultramarine, Indigo, Sap Green, Hooker Green, Burnt Sienna, Sepia. All Daniel Smith except the sepia which is Winsor Newton.

And through circumstances too difficult to explain, I ended up with a wad of my own hair from combing and brushing and set it out for the birdies to use as nesting materials. A tufted titmouse got right to work on that.

NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen Haiku Day

Happy International Haiku Day!

Determined flying
Beaks slice frothy morning clouds
Springward northward bound

Faceted glinting
Restless metamorphosis
Springs up, vanishes. 

Out of night’s quiet
And still, sleepy murmuring 
The first bird’s clear note. 


There is nothing like looking up and seeing a bald eagle fly over, (middle-bridge Brainard) gleaming in the bright morning light. 

Later in my commute I spotted a pileated woodpecker flying over I-90 west of exit 6. 

What I Did Today

Got to work too early so I sat in my car and admired the really big gulls up on the mall roof for a little bit and when that had gone on too long I did this:

Not sure why the gnome looks so crazy-eyed. Looks like he’s coming home with a bag of stuff after a wild night out.

Day 25, NaPoWriMo

The prompt at was to pick a line from another poem and use that as a starter. Took a little rummaging to get outside something I would work too directly. So, how about a little Dr. Suess?

…never mix up your right foot with your left
all the simple things we have given names:
the birds, the dogs, the cats and the children
these are more generic, it’s true enough
but then if you can’t recall if that is
a red-winged blackbird or eastern towhee
you can say with great enthusiasm:
Look! It’s a bird! Up there! Look, right there!
Everyone will sight along your finger
and someone will say, ‘oh, that’s a grosbeak,
rose-breasted not pine. they’re early this year.’
And everyone else will nod and take note
thinking, I’d no idea what that was but
it’s not a dog, a cat or my left foot.

Day 22, NaPoWriMo – Earth Day

The time has arrived after blue sky days –
Morning rain pushes into yellow earth
and soaking there in the April coolness
pulls out new green from ground and every limb.
There, in the field rolling down to the west,
inky splotches that turn into turkeys.
The biggest, tail splayed to impress the hens
the rest hanging out waiting for romance.
Behind them in the hedgerows bursting out white
an unnamed tree of yearly glory blown
just now not an anonymous green hiding
they soften the hills and edges of spring
the world has bided for its wakening
and now is brought from its knees to dancing.

I did see those black splotches aka turkeys this morning. Normally I see them alongside the road trying to act cool like buzzards. Today was party day though in the field surrounded by what are probably wild cherries in fresh flowering.