I saw crows rising from a field of fallen soldiers, dead corn, stalks cut, withering, brown, becoming transparent... Something riled those crows. They rose like a bad temper fog, up towards the trees. I watched them while I walked, wondering if they would dissolve into the trees. Settle down boys! Branches bend no such serenity for these mad fellows. Some went into the branches, and then kept on moving until they rose to the top branches, king of the mountain, no queen... Then they settled down like children on a parent's stairs. The other crows went farther into the forest, jumping up into the blue sky, moving over to other trees...
Then I saw geese rising, a few minutes later, from the same field. I then wondered if it was the geese that bothered those crows. Canada geese are the only birds, except for the mockingbird, who would not be ruffled by crows...
A Blue Jay zing my path, flew across, a flash of bright blue, and disappeared into the bush. Was it a Blue Jay? I heard the sound and believed it was. Some pagans believe that this beauty, this symbol symbolizes defend thy magic. That day I acknowledged the reminder...
The day before, I walked by a gathering, crowd of Canada geese. They stood statue still, watching, watching, me. The dried grass they had been nibbling was clenched between their beaks. Is it beak, or beaks, like humans have two lips, lip, lip, beak beak...
Saw a Mockingbird, a baby ... I clicked, clicked. He turned around and looked at me, then turned around to go into the bush. Then he, shrugged his shoulders, raised his wings. I read somewhere, once, that the shrug, the mocker's shrug was ... what... be it sexual, marking the territory, or just plain uppity. I’m tough, don't mess with me...
Come on, I know the answer to that, and I haven't written a bird book! I just watch them... All of it, all all all that mockers do they do when they feel challenged, or threatened, lovely unique birds...
Then I saw geese rising, a few minutes later, from the same field. I then wondered if it was the geese that bothered those crows. Canada geese are the only birds, except for the mockingbird, who would not be ruffled by crows...
A Blue Jay zing my path, flew across, a flash of bright blue, and disappeared into the bush. Was it a Blue Jay? I heard the sound and believed it was. Some pagans believe that this beauty, this symbol symbolizes defend thy magic. That day I acknowledged the reminder...
The day before, I walked by a gathering, crowd of Canada geese. They stood statue still, watching, watching, me. The dried grass they had been nibbling was clenched between their beaks. Is it beak, or beaks, like humans have two lips, lip, lip, beak beak...
Saw a Mockingbird, a baby ... I clicked, clicked. He turned around and looked at me, then turned around to go into the bush. Then he, shrugged his shoulders, raised his wings. I read somewhere, once, that the shrug, the mocker's shrug was ... what... be it sexual, marking the territory, or just plain uppity. I’m tough, don't mess with me...
Come on, I know the answer to that, and I haven't written a bird book! I just watch them... All of it, all all all that mockers do they do when they feel challenged, or threatened, lovely unique birds...
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