I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Grackle Feast
Here you see the aftermath of the grackles passing through. That's my deck/patio/balcony and on Friday night, it was clear of leaves, acorns, etc. My attempts to photograph the flock were less successful. Maybe when they go by on the ground later in the year I'll be able to capture some good photographs of them.
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3 comments:
I hope all the grackles left were acorn shells and leaves.
Guh. . ..
Todd, well, there are a lot of caps and half eat acorns, but also a lot of full ones. We also collect good acorns and hold them in reserve until the winter snows are deep. Then we leave them out for the blue jays and squirrels (who still prefer our oil seed instead).
Camille, you said it.
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