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rejectomorph) wrote2002-01-19 04:36 pm
rejectomorph) wrote2002-01-19 04:36 pm
Quiet
Saturday, but nobody is using a power mower or a leaf blower or a chainsaw. Instead, the stillness is broken only by the occasional flutter of bird wings or the caw of a crow, or a car passing on a nearby street. For a while, two boys were playing on a trampoline in a back yard at the end of the block, but they have gone. The sun shines through the chill air on a placid scene.
The swift flocks of crows share the sky with puffy white clouds which form and grow, drift for a while and dissolve again. Some parts of the sky are slightly less blue than others. They look rather like that Victorian art glass which has a matte finish. A Lalique (sp?) sky.
In the field behind the new modular house down the road, where the ground has been prepared for a lawn, I saw a flock of crows pecking at the brown earth. Later, a few crows were perched in the bare branches of a nearby oak. They, at least, seem to be enjoying the winter. And it is enjoyable to see the trees bare, for a change. It is like having Japanese paintings pop up at every turn.
The swift flocks of crows share the sky with puffy white clouds which form and grow, drift for a while and dissolve again. Some parts of the sky are slightly less blue than others. They look rather like that Victorian art glass which has a matte finish. A Lalique (sp?) sky.
In the field behind the new modular house down the road, where the ground has been prepared for a lawn, I saw a flock of crows pecking at the brown earth. Later, a few crows were perched in the bare branches of a nearby oak. They, at least, seem to be enjoying the winter. And it is enjoyable to see the trees bare, for a change. It is like having Japanese paintings pop up at every turn.
Fussing and flapping in priestly black...
Oh, and happy birthday, big guy.
Re: Fussing and flapping in priestly black...
Though I think the crows got a bad rap with that appellation. I've only been attacked by a crow once. I've been attacked several times by their screechy, aggressive, obnoxious little cousins, the blue jays. Groups of them should be called murders.
In which I beg to differ
Now blue jays, on the other hand, are abhorrent. Flocks of them should be called "sports fans."
Re: In which I beg to differ
A sports fan of jays.
Yeah, it fits. :D