3.31.16 The late March winds

Today the late March winds pummeled through the woods alongside the surging river, and swirled far up in the sky, sending so many layers of clouds streaming 

this way and that. 

 There were countless Eagles and Broadwing Hawks and Redtail Hawks and mating pairs of Seagulls chasing off Hawks, and then the five young Crows from my neighborhood, all grown up but still hanging together, playing in the updrafts til the Eagles show up, and they wisely go hide in the trees. 

The road was dry and firm enough for balls to bounce high and far, and we had two new ones, so Dante was in dog heaven, hurtling after one and then the other . 

I picked up my pace running down the dirtroads, listening to song birds that filled the trees, calling out to each other. 

Across the river, the winds whipped up the topsoil into small dust storms , as overhead so many large and small avians cruised at high speed through the air, tumbling, playing, racing about on yet another bright beautiful day.