Quiet

[rejectomorph]

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.

Comments

Re: Fussing and flapping in priestly black...

[rejectomorph]

Oh, that's right. I forgot.

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

[eideteker.livejournal.com]

I think that crows picked up the appellation from their association with death... a departing flock of crows was a harbinger of murder, and as they flew from the site, they carried with them the soul of the victim.

Now blue jays, on the other hand, are abhorrent. Flocks of them should be called "sports fans."

Re: In which I beg to differ

[rejectomorph]

Heh.

A sports fan of jays.

Yeah, it fits. :D