Yesterday, I walked my dogs at 6:30 in the morning.
I heard the faintest crackling, and an occasional pop. Exactly like a very powerful sound system, powered up, amplifying dust and breeze burps.
Converse built a new water tower. Our "old" water tower was a can with a hat, picturesque, possibly undersized, probably outdated.
And beginning with those pops and crackles Tuesday, at least a half-hour before sunrise, the tower was down and gone before dark.
There are still lots of red tails, and I've been seeing them posted up. Power poles, dead trees, where you would look.
I'm seeing fewer and fewer American Kestrels, and am distressed. I'm at least several steps, and several more months, away from an apprentice falconer's license, and a kestrel is my best first bird, based on my studies to date, my means, and my physical capability and limitations.
Okay, this is so totally selfish.
An Orthodox Priest once said that bachelorhood was the most selfish life, refusing to share the gifts of life with others. I fully agree, except when those gifts amount to a living hell, and sharing that is more selfish, by ten, or a hundred.
Is anyone else as Totally Creeped as I regards the Burger King "King"?
And how about the latest ads featuring physical malformities?
Enjoy that Whopper.
There was a Belted Kingfisher near the carp pool this evening, and I haven't seen him for at least six weeks. Welcome back.
Monday I went to Grant Creek, a part of the Upper Mississinewa Reservoir. There were people fishing both sides of the bridge, and I passed through, creeping up the bluff, looking for Great Egrets. I saw at least three to the south, through the foliage, and a Great Blue Heron. Great big birds, magnificent. The Great Egret is perhaps the most beautiful just plain white creature on earth.
Back down towards the bridge, focusing again on the fisherfolk, and, looking back, I saw a Great Blue Heron just around a point, not thirty yards from the bridge, and the fishermen, oblivious of each other.
Likely for the best.