Jul
3
2013
You never know what you will see in the sky. I was driving and happened to look up. There was this tiny bird way up chasing away another who was at least ten times larger right on his tail. I guess the bird must have invaded his space. I was amazed. I guess some birds can be quite feisty.
Mar
1
2012
The Canada geese are coming back. I heard honking and looked up at the sky. The geese were flying in a V shaped pattern with the left side considerably shorter. There must have been at least seventy geese in the flock. They were heading for Lake Huron–a small acre sized body of water. They are an harbinger of spring. Earlier we noted the row of tulips were coming up. It will be a surprise what colors they are. No one seems to remember what the package indicated. More and more greenery is coming up. There are surprises every day.
Feb
23
2012
There were several hundred blackbirds in that flock. They were in the sky flying en mass. They were tightly grouped and flying together not changing the distance between them much; thus flying as a mass. I have no idea where they are migrating from or where they are going. I just notice them coming through this area twice a year–fall and spring. They are small blackbirds. Sometimes they will stay in the area a day or two. I just marvel how they keep so close together when they fly as a flock. They are just a (???) one of many mysteries of nature to me.
Jul
12
2011
I just got a glimpse of the hawk, which was to the left of me soaring over the Juanita River as I crossed the bridge. I suspected it might have been a red-tailed hawk. I did not see much of it. I just know it was not the common turkey vulture. It disappeared from view too quickly to make a positive identification. I love watching hawks float in the currents above. They are so regal and every once in awhile I spot a bald eagle. It is always a treat.
Apr
5
2011
Every time I look up at that mountain facing my town I expect to see a bald eagle. Last summer someone told me that two eagles were nesting there and he had a telescope trained on its nest.
The nameless mountain is across the mile wide River. Every time I look at the sky and wonder whether I will see at least one and best of all two. I know they probably fly up and down the River seeking fish for their prey. I wonder about their young and when they leave the nest.
I keep peering at the sky and wonder how long will it be before I spot one. Before I moved to this state I had never seen a bald eagle. Of course, I did not live near mountains and this magnificent River. I will catch a glimpse of this bird when I least expect it. I continue to look up the sky and mountains and River.
Jul
31
2010
The River and the mountains and sky are ever changing. Every time I go to the river everything changes. The light hits the water differently. Shades of gray and blue are ever present. I am awed every time. And thank God I am able to view this beauty.
Sometimes I view the River from a passing car other times I am standing at its shore. I never know what I will see exactly. This week early in the morning I flushed a blue heron and watched it fly to the other side joining another one in flight there.
I feel blessed living so close to such a magnificent River and Mountains. Every day I am reminded of that. There are many people who do not live so close to a major River. And a good part of my life I did not either.
Sep
28
2009
I stood at the River’s banks. Usually after I had coffee and sometimes breakfast at the local diner on the way home I would stop at the bank of the River and gaze out at the surface of the water and the mountains. I never spent a long time there.
It has been several months since I was at this spot. The wind was blowing on the surface of water stirring it up. It was not too cold and not too warm. Rain clouds were in the distance.
Fall had come. There was a slight chill in the air although I really wasn’t cold yet. Coming here is always like entering another world. Sure I often pass the River from a distance but peering out from its shore is always a different experience.
Too much time had passed from my last visit. Now I no longer wanted to be here. It was a little uncomfortable although it still was a mild sixty-two degrees. I knew I would now only view the River from a distance until it got warmer again.
There was some regret: too much time had passed since my last visit. I had missed too much. Its face is always different: The lighting is always different on the sky, water and mountains and trees. Every visit. I now will await the warmer weather.
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