Slowly traipsing around the house to wake up, brewing coffee, cradling a warm cup between my palms I move over to the front window. Looking out across the river Charente, I contemplate the quiet Christmas village under the arch and notice five white animals. The dog soon disappears, while the swans continue to drift lazily […]Read more "Christmas Swans Swimming"
He came by early this morning. As he had done a number of times during the last two months. He settled on a branch of our gigantic yellow jacaranda (Schizolobium parahyba), called ‘El Gallinazo’ (chicken-footed: the shallow root system can look like bird feet). Well hidden as he was in the bright green shimmery fuzzy foliage […]Read more "Bowing Practice"
Starting today, I am moving forward and refocusing on pura vida with a first plunge into the lap pool this year! The water is still a little murky, granted, but in those high-end spas people pay top dollar for algae packs and assorted nonsense. I figure a few greenish clouds won’t do me any harm. Thank […]Read more "Araçari Alert"
Dear Friends! This post is actually jumping the line, since I have another post cooking. It’s percolating in a secret cauldron, bubbling evilly over red glowing coals – however, that particular witches brew needs to ferment a while longer. In the interim, I thought, we should celebrate the end of summer and the promise of crisp autumn […]Read more "A Midsummer Night’s Dreamy Good-Bye"
There is this bird. He is fairly large for a songbird, a passeriformes. I know, I know, there are no longer songbirds, but perching birds, which is just a tiny bit ridiculous. I see vultures perch on a daily basis, does that make them passerine birds? I think not. Anyway, this good size, very vocal songbird […]Read more "Oriole or just any blackbird?"
Just a quick word about my charming owl interlude of last week … I was sitting at the computer and had just finished reading about the new owlet hatched at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center in Austin, when something thudded against the window to my left. Nothing there. Another, more gentle thud and low […]Read more "Easterly or Westerly Screeching"