He watched their flight;
bird after bird:
a dark flash, a swerve, a flutter of wings.
He tried to count them
before all their darting quivering bodies passed:
six, ten, eleven:
and wondered were they odd or even in number.
for two came wheeling down from the upper sky.
They were flying high and low
but ever round and round in straight and curving lines
and ever flying from left to right,
circling about a temple of air.
My mother and her best friend
|Our mothers some of their classmates in the main square of their home town. [They met in first grade. This looks like high school.]|
|Looking off the deck towards the gorge (on the other side is a huge development).|
|The fountain/birdbath. The bowl is cast with the impression of a giant zucchini leaf.|
|The bird blind is quite large. No, they do not generally serve wine. There were extra binoculars and SJ asked if I had brought my camera. I had not - trying not to "obsess" for a day - I ended up taking a ridiculous number of bad cell photos anyway.|
|DH checking out the facilities.|
|Part of the path|
|It's a canyon. There will be stairs.|
|A lovely spot to sit|
|I did record the leopard frog and got a glimpse as it jumped into the water.|
|A special camera inside the tower allowed us to watch the swifts enter and roost. They continued to "jockey for position."|