Red-winged Blackbirds fly around in fast-moving flocks, changing directions many times before landing in treetops all at once. They take off altogether and fly erratically until they swoop down on another treetop or into the black bamboo.
Like a Skinny Crow
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Are they really so enlightened?
When they spread their darkness all around
Crushing creatives under foot
Oblivious to the pain they cause
They gather, and they celebrate
Making fun of deplorables who they hate
We are like a skinny crow
Scavenging in a parking lot
Wandering in a wilderness
of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt
Tearing at the morsels
Secured in those crumpled bags
Dodging tires than the drivers
No one seems to give a damn
I put on my spectacles
Only to see the spectacle
Of those who we trusted with our votes
Up to no good, selling us short
Got up the courage to ask them why
They said, “You fool, ungrateful guy
Everything we do is for your own good
We know what’s best, please go away
You must be grateful and do what we say”
We are like a skinny crow
Scavenging in a parking lot
Wandering in a wilderness
of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt
Tearing at the morsels
Secured in those crumpled bags
Dodging tires than the drivers
No one seems to give a damn
Spunk helping Laurie with her Chaucer research by reading the Caterbury Tails written by Chaucer’s cat Argos.
Eyes are upon you
Peeking through the heated grates
Caution Precaution
Ringo the Ring-neck Duck
“Damn! I hate it when that happens!”
Incoming
I published Silence Of The Frogs as a poem in 2017 when I was blogging on T & L Photos. I made the poem into a song last summer. It’s a different style from Time To Move On that I posted on Friday.
Moonrise last night
Female Redwing Blackbirds
Junco stuck in the middle
Moonset this morning
Tommy
An attempt to photograph the Green Comet. It was near Polaris last night.
Lonely
Moon and Mars
Jack
Jupiter and moons
Nutty
Eastern sky. Mars to the left of the moon in the moon’s glow.
A second Jack
Big Sky Calling is an instrument piece I wrote and finished recording this morning.
Hawk wing too close for the Bazooka to focus
I was sure I had posted this story in August 2021 after it happened, but I apparently got distracted by my mom’s death and didn’t post the incident with a Cooper’s Hawk. I mentioned the story to Brad, who had posted a story on Brian’s Wildlife Intrigued, and Brad wanted to see photos. It took me a while to find the photos because I couldn’t remember right off hand when the incident took place.
I was out on the beach photographing the pTerodactyl one afternoon in late August 2021 when a dove came flying straight at me with a Cooper’s Hawk on its tail. The dove took evasive action at the last second to avoid crashing into me, which made the hawk do the same thing. I was trying to get photos, but everything happened quickly, and the dove and the hawk were too close for the Bazooka to focus on them since its minimum focus distance is 11 feet. The hawk and dove collided right above my head, but the hawk could not grab onto the dove. The dove flew into the salt cedar, and the hawk flew into the bosque.
I checked on the dove, and it seemed to be okay. As I walked from the river bed into the bosque, the hawk was waiting for me. It flew over me, chattering up a storm, and then it landed on a low branch about 15 feet from me and started giving me a beak lashing up one side and down the other about me messing up its kill. That hawk chattered at me for several minutes, flew to another branch, and chattered at me some more before it flew into the salt cedar to see if the dove was still there.
Cooper’s Hawk flying away after colliding with the dove.
Cooper’s Hawk flying to a tree to scold me as it flew over me.
Cooper’s Hawk telling me off for messing up its kill.
Cooper Hawk flew into the salt cedar to see if the dove was still there.
New Year’s Timku
Happy twenty-three
Hope you keep your flame burning
Prosper and be free
New Year’s Spunku
Will things go to pot?
Black-eyed peas will help us through
See in twenty-three
The last moon of 2022
Cranes flying on the Crow highway
Landing gears down
Large bird in the clouds
Moon, clouds, contrails, and Tangle Heart Tree
In-coming
Roadrunner in the clouds
Fuzzy moon over Shey’s tree
Crossing beaks for a great 2023
Juncoku
Hops from branch to branch
Looking out for predators
There’s a Cooper’s hawk
Hawku
Perched on iron arch
It sees prey over yonder
Oops, prey flew away
Sparrowku
Like a ball of fluff
Imitating angry bird
Winter is so cold
Towheeku
On the river’s edge
Dining on Russian Olives
Big seed to swallow
Craneku
Oh, they want to fight
Bumping bird breasts, flapping wings
They showed each other
Off Center & Not Even 