With a gorgeous and unusual February day, what is more perfect than birding? I have been ashamedly lax in birding. The harsh winter and a job that keeps me on the road and working for hours when I get home are my excuses. But no more. A well-deserved vacation day and record-setting warmth and sunshine were on the calendar. I was prepared to bird in the cold, but lucky me.
Going to my usual haunts- Nockamixon State Park and Peace Valley Park- afforded looks at all the usual suspects. But at Nockamixon, hundreds of snow geese were unexpectedly flying over and making a terrible racket. I found one dark morph goose in with the rest, perhaps a blue morph snow goose. Nice. Life bird wiggle all alone while standing at the shore of a partially frozen lake surrounded by woods. Hope no one saw me and thought I was having an epileptic fit. But one must appease the bird gods after all.
Melting snow making torrents of miniature white-water rapids down the sides of the road added a beautiful background noise to the soundtrack of scolding titmice, frenetic chickadees, throaty red-bellied woodpeckers and single note chirps of brilliant red and orange Northern cardinals. The cardinals have never looked more striking.
The tall iron branches in the forest,
the dense fertility on the ground.
The world is wet.
The morning time
Mother earth is cool.
The air is like a river
which shakes the silence.
It smells of rosemary
of space and roots.
Overhead a crazy song.
How out of its throat
smaller than a finger
can there fall
the waters of its song?
torrent of music in the leaves.
Clean and freshwashed is this day
resounding like a green dulcimer.
Oh invisible little critters
birds of the devil with their ringing
with their useless feathers.
I only want to caress them
to see them resplendent.
I want to see them living.
I want to converse with them
sitting on my shoulders.
You can't touch them.
You can hear them like a heavenly
rustle or movement.
They converse with precision.
They repeat their observations.
They brag of how much they do.
They comment on everything that exists.
And by a sure science they know
where there are harvests of grain.