Monday, February 9, 2009
Self realization #35: I love things in the sky.
The category 'things in the sky' includes but is not limited to: birds, stars, planets, satellites, bicycle shaped clouds, hot air balloons, comets, the moon, the sun, constellations, astronauts, zephyrs, siroccos, gales, hopes, dreams, ideas, radio waves, fireflies, runaway balloons, balls, and business men in cheap suits.
My cat Nikkita and I like to watch "the bird channel" in the mornings. The doughy mix on the table is homemade suet and it is not unusual to have an avian congregation of at least 3 dozen clamoring a few feet from my back door. Yes, those are two clementine crates fashioned into a bird feeder. I keep track of all of the species that visit, but my favorite is the Eastern Bluebirds who have now brought 3 sets of hatchlings' to my suet over the past year. I have gained a new regular, Atticus, a mockingbird in a dapper grey suit with crisp white French cuffs.
This weekend, my husband and I watched the night sky to see the space station fly overhead. We also spotted a shooting star together. Yesterday, it was close to 70 degrees, so we put out a picnic blanket in the back yard to process some much needed vitamin D. Suddenly an eerie chorus sang out. The cries were shrill and long, ending on a plaintive down note. You know the sound; Hollywood uses the red-tailed hawk call in every desert scene. I turned to look over my neighbor's roof and there were 8 hawks all floating on the thermal draft there. I have never seen more than two hawks at once and was wildly excited and thoroughly freaked out. They were directly over my neighbor's conspicuously yapping puppy after all. But they didn't swoop, they just soared, following each other for another hour.
I googled hawks hunting in packs, fully expecting to read an entry stating this was the Native American omen of the end of the world, when a tiny bit of info erased my worries immediately. The red-tailed hawk lays eggs from March to May. What I photographed was not a brutal hunt or sign of the Apocalypse. It was the raptor equivalent of speed dating. I hope my boys found nice girls to bring home. Love is in the air.