I could not believe it was 65 when I left the lake yesterday afternoon. It was definitely warm enough for this bluebird to stockpile a few insects for the cold coming in today.
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I take a lot of the feeder pictures from my office window (which accounts for a lot of the graininess). Today, I was the subject of interest.
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
We pray that it will be done
(From How We Become Human: New and Selected Poems 1975-2001)
I was looking at another eagle when this one came flying out of nowhere. I wasn’t fast enough to get a better picture, but this is certainly the closest I’ve ever seen one. Pretty neat. Click on picture to enlarge.
It was a very busy day at our feeder yesterday–juncos, robins, starlings, sparrows, doves, chickadees, tufted titmice, and cedar waxwings (I’m sure I’m leaving some out). The squirrels were also having a good time. Click on pictures to enlarge.