2.27.14 Fall Over Friday

Long wonderful conversation with the person of a very aggressive, territorial, traumatized Pit I'm treating at a distance with herbs, supplements and homeopathy who is coming around so beautifully - from dangerous dominant territorial traumatized being - to a more relaxed. Serotonin rich boy.
Learning to interpret a raised hand as a sign of impending love and pleasure.
Room for behavioral work . Best of the best in my work. So happy.

In the meantime,the California Wren has brought their mate home for the first time,
And the Bald Eagle just flew over head, all leisurely like, regal as can be, for the third time this week

The end of my week- Fall Over Friday here I come .
Happy Thursday to you all.

Photo- a fleeting majestic moment at my neighborhood dairy farm.

2.25.14 Insipid Assumptions

I think it's an insipid assumption 

that all the seashells

 that are bought 

are found empty, 

vs not found 

with their inhabitants intact, 

scraped out

 and killed, 

so that we can have pretty little reminders 

of the sea

 surrounding us.

2.17.14 "May You Stay Forever Young"

The inestimable Bob Dylan ; 

"May God bless and keep you always,

May your wishes all come true,

May you always do for others

And let others do for you.

May you build a ladder to the stars

And climb on every rung,

May you stay forever young"

2.24.14I imagine you sometimes have one of these days-

I imagine you sometimes have one of these days- 

round and round, up and down

So difficult, and then a reprieve

Seemed perfect to join in its chorus 

as it brought things to a biting cold windy close 

Down by the river, wild affluent white caps

A sun streaming through enormous billowing clouds

Everywhere you look resplendent with such a

isn't-it-a-gift-to-be-here-today sunset

                                                          T 2.27.15

2.27.14 This Is The Way Of Things, Is It Not?

      Despite what has been said about this winter's severity , the absence of actual erasures around here point to a more moderate picture. 
     The Sumac berries are still intact all over, currently also being relished by the Robins. In hard winters, they are long gone by mid January. Our local marauding Cedar Wax Wings are sharing a still bountiful supply of perfectly seasoned cherries, apples and berries. Repeated freezing and thawing making them accessible to the non-seed birds. Interesting how possibly a majority of wild winter food is red....
     And a tromp through our local woods reveals branches and barks intact, as well as most buds, indicating that the deer have had enough supplies.
     The Coywolves have had full enough bellies to not bother with our compost for a week or so. So the wonderful noisy Crows come by and do what they will with what the mid-day adolescent Possum and the careful in-full-day Rabbit leave behind, after tossing about food scraps , much like shoppers at a midtown Jordan's Basement 2 for 1 sale.
     Of course, it's a tough time for adolescent Hawks that are fending for themselves, especially with the protein-consuming bitter cold nights.
     There has been at least one Dove casualty at my feeders -so contrary to a young Hawk 'a common sense, yet necessary when they simply can't catch enough mice and voles and all .
Which is also why we never ever feed breads to birds in winter, as the protein levels are low, making them freeze to death in the night .
     But all of this is the way of things, is it not? Our present day culture seems to have conspired to bring a lazy smile to our faces and a habitual consumption for consumption's sake - to our habits.
Lulling us away from the realities of both life , and death, and actual real life-is-not- a-Disney- movie.
     So that we so often spend our days, or lives, with this odd, vague and transient sense of feeling disturbed, a little culturally medicated, dulled, if you will.
     Or , too, 'dumbed down' and away from the challenging but vitally alive capacity to live life with eyes open, awake and aware, not to some barrage of killing grisly television and movie stories, or to an over consumption of terrible events all over the globe, but somehow a manageable balance for each of us, between being informed - but not harmfully barraged .
     Able to engage with what you and I have both lived and sorrowed and grappled with all our lives, that real local life of real in the present people, places and concerns - that we will weave our lives together with ; that inviolate substance of life.                                       T2.12.15