Day 7

"He is a tall, grandly built man; she tall and delicate.
Both are narrow-faced with long, imperial noses;
as they pose for pictures,
it is a turkey buzzard sharing companionably with an egret."
Richard Ede


Today I noticed birds.
Notice would be the operative word, because whizzing down the freeway I couldn't really pay much attention.

First I saw a blue heron. I'm pretty sure that's what it was. He had long legs and one of those necks that kind of rocks back and forth, and it was blue. Putting two and two together I made an educated guess. Mostly when you see these birds they are standing near some kind of water source meditating like a bird zen master. What caught my eye about this guy was he was clearly looking at the road as if sizing up his chances of getting to the other side. Couldn't help but ask, why did the blue heron cross the road?

Not far down the road I noticed two buzzards sitting on a lamp pole. They weren't the king sized vultures my niece works with at the Portland Zoo. Not small birds, but two fit on one lamp.  I'm pretty sure they were sizing up their dinner. A pile of raccoon road kill. What looked pretty darn gross to me must have been a multi-course dining extravaganza to the birds. The birds reminded me of that finger thing my dad used to do.  Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill, one named Jack and one named Jill ......

This blog isn't called Random Thoughts for nothing!
Merry ME

P.S. What are the chances of finding a quote about buzzards and egrets (herons/egrets not much difference!) on the same day one sees a buzzards and an egret next to the road? 

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AkasaWolfSong said…
Ahhh...the circle of life...you gotta love it! :)
xoxoxo
January 8, 2013 at 1:18 PM
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