This morning I opened the garage door to see a white coating of fresh snow covering the grass and the driveway and the trees. Mentally I had a few choice words to say about this unexpected situation. And then I saw and heard my old friend, the red-shouldered hawk circling above my yard. I listened to the hawk and thought we had a similar reaction to this nasty snow on the ground. I thought he sounded angry. Maybe I was reading too much into it. Listen for yourself.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
If The Creek Don't Rise
If The Creek Don't Rise is an historical fiction book set in North Carolina. The author is Leah Weiss. Characters are introduced by ch...
-
A yellow rail, one of THE MOST ELUSIVE birds around, sound like a manual typewriter. And if you're too young to know what a manual ty...
-
Today I was home quite a bit and saw a plethora of birds in my yard including two "first of the year" birds at opposite ends of...
-
I received a gift from Offspring #1 - a collection of lectures on compact disk about Medieval Heroines in History and Legend. The speaker is...
No comments:
Post a Comment