I can’t stand feeling so cold, but this am when I woke it was in mid thirties – I am a person who needs hibernation from the cold, (anything below 70 degrees) – but I guess that equates to wearing a short sleeved shirt under a turtle neck, under a sweater and my bathrobe, and panty hose under jeans and thick socks, and I am still cold with heat cranked to 74 degrees! I should have on my gloves as my hands are cold too. Actually I need to move and make energy, but sometimes it’s easier to sit and bitch.
I was standing in the kitchen and saw many shadows falling across the driveway. I grabbed my jacket over my bathrobe, sweater, turtleneck and t-shirt and ran out the back — crows were everywhere. Big big numbers of crows were settling in trees and then something would spook them and they would move. I enjoyed watching them and at one point they were over my head and I could hear splats of bird crap falling around me, my camera took a hit, but it was for a worthy cause, and yet, I really don’t think I got a photo to use for my crow exhibition in April.
After a while, I went back in and crawled back under the electric blanket and went into dreamsville set on high. so here’s a flavor of crows-
The crows were around for several hours. I would go out in short bursts taking in their huge numbers, snapping pics then retreating back to the heat inside. I enjoyed all the cawing coming from the sky and trees.
I did notice on the porch I had a bird, so I got my flea market net and tried to get it, but it was too bulky for what I needed to do. My hand worked better.
Soon it was on it’s way to find it’s friends and I am glad that Ringo missed it.
He was looking the wrong way!
When I went to get the mail, my mailbox mockingbird was there sunning. It really is the best ‘poser’ —
There were also lots of oleander caterpillers, so I am hoping we get lots of oleaner moths!
Did look up at the heron as she looked down at me And there were a few vultures near the crows just soaring around the lake on the wind currents.
The first one had beautiful white tipped wings — So I leave now with a photo of Ringo who was enjoying the dying sunlight of late afternoon.
As for me, the darkness has swallowed the light and the void is cold, damn cold. I think I will make some soup and hot tea, and watch the telly – tomorrow I will take pics at the Gateway. P/S , the fox hurried on through today. The humane society gave me the number for animal control for a trap, BUT, they did not know what the Animal Control does with the animal once they trap it, must know that answer. I am hoping it could be treated, and released somewhere it would have a chance to thrive…
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January 3, 2010 at 4:58 am
Tabbie
Wow, I’ve never seen nor heard of oleander caterpillars and moths before now. I just love the smell of oleander blossoms!
January 4, 2010 at 12:06 am
anhinga
Love that picture of Ringo where he melts into the ground. What a work of art he is.