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The awesome thing about a mockingbird is how many different songs you get for the price of one bird. I was listening idly last week, and heard a blue jay, and a cardinal, and a robin, and a catbird, and then a very odd seagull, and then I realized all those bird songs had come from the same place. Mockingbird. My father remembers one in the neighborhood of his youth that would sing with his neighbor while she practiced piano.
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Alice presented me this lovely wafty object. I think it probably came from the neighbor's chickens. They are young yet, and still fledging out.
I wandered around the neighborhood today looking for chickens to photograph. My friend Kim doesn't keep them any more, but Karin has four handsome ladies around the corner, and Maddie next door has five teenagers.
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We were invited up to the local State Park for a picnic with Aerin's young man's father. He's camping there this weekend (visiting from NJ) and his kids are visiting there instead of the usual hotel visit. Aerin went up with the new-to-us Laser on a trailer behind the van, and Alice and Al and I all came up in time for lunch. There was sailing on the pond, and ducks, and surprisingly large fish visible.
The weather was perfect.
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What is surprising me about this year of circles is how much like a journal it is. January and February, not so much, but since March I feel I've been very specifically showing you what I saw today.
I made a fabric postcard a day, more or less, in 2007. That was much more an exploration of materials and methods. This time I have a much stronger grasp on materials and methods. The change in emphasis is very interesting.
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I love cardinals. I like their color, and implied boldness. I like the orange of their beaks. But I am most grateful to them in mid-March when they come winging through a bleak gray landscape like some escaped Christmas tree ornament. It is sure sign that the weather is trending toward spring even if it isn't clear yet.
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A tree swallow was sitting on a post outside Bread Euphoria (isn't that a great name for a bakery?) when I was last there, close enough that I could take a picture with my phone, but far enough away that the picture was pretty grainy. I managed to identify it using a great bird ID site.
A pileated woodpecker is a larger creature than I expected. this one startled me, flying across the road in front of the car as I was going up to ride. I thought it was a crow, except it had that bright red flash on the head.
I was extremely productive today: I cut out another 60 circles, which should take me to the end of the summer. I also finished a bolt of interfacing I was using, that I bought at the beginning of 2010. So 20 yards of 22" interfacing went about 30 months. I've found if I don't have blanks ready to go, it is harder to get organized to make the daily thing. So a stack of them makes me feel rich, and well prepared.
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A blue heron on the wing. They always make me think of pterodactyls, so profoundly prehistoric looking…
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This one is for Red Kate because she and I have this thing going with Blue Herons. Actually with almost any bird you can recognize. If you recognize the bird, you get luck points for it, and herons are worth 10. Crows are worth 2. Redtailed hawks are worth 5, except Kate thought they were more common than that. Bald Eagles are probably worth more but we didn't get to test that theory.
Lee Thomson 