Surprise! I was in Atlanta yesterday and one of my favorite birds, the broadwing hawk, is seen dancing over and ahead of my truck on The Prado in Ansley Park, in the middle of one of the most urbanized areas of Midtown.
The bird them followed me back toward the mountains, displaying himself again in a swooping dive over U.S. Route 441 on the way to Rabun. Or, was that one of his country cousins?
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Disconnections in the outback
So, what is it with the birds and the bats in recent weeks?
One the same day recently, my truck ran down a little blue-ish bird of some species or other, then promptly managed to "bounce" a big turkey buzzard off the windshield, which was slow in getting out of the way of the roadkill it was eating on Warwoman Road (where else?)
A couple of days later, one of those ever-so-fast bats glanced off Fran's car. Huh? I thought they had unerring radar!
Yesterday, I awoke to a pressing dream: A mountain lion swimming in the Chattooga River, with only it head and ears peeking out of the water.
What are these connections all about?
One the same day recently, my truck ran down a little blue-ish bird of some species or other, then promptly managed to "bounce" a big turkey buzzard off the windshield, which was slow in getting out of the way of the roadkill it was eating on Warwoman Road (where else?)
A couple of days later, one of those ever-so-fast bats glanced off Fran's car. Huh? I thought they had unerring radar!
Yesterday, I awoke to a pressing dream: A mountain lion swimming in the Chattooga River, with only it head and ears peeking out of the water.
What are these connections all about?
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