A dark, dank, soggy day. Although we have had days of high humidity, heat, and cloud, we had no rain until last night. We may have more today which will be appreciated as we need it.
A week ago I stopped at the beach. It was a lovely, warm late afternoon and the entire osprey family was in the air, playing and cavorting, circling, diving and looping. I was glad to see the young had fledged successfully.
A couple of days ago I drove by the beach. An empty silence had descended and the air and the nest were empty. I stopped in at the marsh and neither saw nor heard osprey. Clearly they had headed south.
The autumn stillness had overtaken the harbor, beaches, and marsh, and I was filled with longing and sadness. I found myself wondering how many more years the osprey will return, and how many I will be here to witness them. Those thoughts reminded me of the many Chinese poets of the Tang Dynasty I love.
This morning Nori and I sat on the porch and listened with pleasure to the early morning bird chatter. A number of species live here year round and many call or sing for most of that time. Now, as I look out the window, I can see them flitting here and there; I also see that the humming birds have yet to head south.
This week. while watching a baseball game on tv, I was reminded about how mindless too many people are. Seemingly endless car and truck commercials pictured vehicles tearing through picturesque, fragile habitats, “conquering the world.” The disconnect between the mass media and what’s happening to the planet is truly astounding; such commercials are at best immoral and I wonder why they are allowed to be shown.
Leave a reply to mmwm Cancel reply