In the past week, many wise old crows and the street sweepers of north Georgia, the turkey buzzards, have crossed my path. So have multiple wild turkeys. And pileated woodpeckers. And the broadwing hawk that watches over me from the telephone wires on Warwoman Road. And a few days ago this big, 'ole barred owl dive-bombing over the truck back in the Glades. This past Thursday, our good friend, "the Glade Road Hawk," another broadwing, came up the property and swooped down the driveway in front of me. A solitary hummingbird and a baby hummingbird have found the feeding station on our porch. Good bird omens, I call 'em.
Same day, a red fox and a baby red fox skittered out of my way near the firehouse. And within the past week, I was lucky enough to visit one of the secret places of the Chattahoochee National Forest with a loyal hiking friend, which presents itself in Spring as a virtual carpet of wildflowers -- trillium, bloodroot, showy orchis, pink and yellow ladyslipper. All framed in a halo of green (see photo. and please do note that I have not lost all my hair). There was enough wind in the treetops to make the trees come alive -- the sound, to me, is that of a woman moaning (I know, I know, not politically correct -- but that is exactly how it sounds.) It is a wonderful sound in the distance.
