Birds

[Anders]

[Ello Sailor]

birds

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

fly robin fly

[BurtReynolds]

Big fan

[96583UP]

a lot of personal experiences on this topic

going to take time

will ease in

potential multiple daily updates here

thank you for this thread

need to mentally prepare

[spike]

Take all that time you need. Do this right.

[elliseamos]

Big fan

How are they with cartography?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

Big fan

How are they with cartography?

they know

[96583UP]

i did some research earlier this year on how to become a falconer

it began with a desire to chase away birds that poop near my pool

but then i realized it was much more than that

there is an apprenticeship system one must participate in to do it

and i will need a large cage for the animal

i must nurse an injured one from the wild and make it part of my family

once healthy, the training begins

not this year.... but seems inevitable

as i said, it began with poop

but it is so much more than that

so much

more

[spike]

[Higgs]

Our Aussie magpies appear to have little seagulls for their beaks. Weird.

[96583UP]

there are birds i dislike in my yard

but there are birds i love

they come close to me when i sit

i have wondered if my falcon might attack them

i would feel loss if he hurt some of them

the black poopers' collateral damage

is there no end to their savagery

[elliseamos]

This is the way

[96583UP]

there is a chickadee now in the mornings when i go out to get my paper

he doesn’t shut up chriping

same repeat panic chirp

literally thinks i am a serial killer

he’s a little fatty

like the augustus gloop of chickadees

feel sorry for him

that his life has so much anxiety

[Higgs]

Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop, you big fat stupid nincompoop.

[spike]

I just sprayed grape kool-aid all over my lawn.

[96583UP]

there is a juvenile turtle dove that hangs out in the back corner of my yard

i water the arbs often and they know to come and look for worms

there was a savage crow ambush on a turtle dove nest on my front porch a couple years ago

i think the mother was killed

the eggs were def snatched

was traumatic

i saw it happen through my window

i wonder if this young lad is a relative

i must protect him

[elliseamos]

A falcon, chickadee, and dove team seems formidable.