detail about the disputes between Great Britain and the United States that were eventually mediated by Washington Irving - another biography that I read a couple of years ago - which helped avert another war after the one in 1812. The second book, The Bedside Book of Birds - An Avian Miscellany by Graeme Gibson, is light fare; a compilation of literature about birds. Like the first book, it was a satisfying experience - nothing like a surprise that fits my personal interests with my taste for books.
The winds across the Mid-Atlantic region were wicked yesterday - howling as fast as 60 miles per hour at times. Regardless of the severity of the weather, the power to our house seems to hold up without faltering, when others' may be knocked out for days by lesser storms. I wondered what effects these kinds of winds would have on the birds that visit our backyard this time of year - would little birds be blown to far reaches from our house. A quick look this morning turned up: Common Grackle, Eastern Blue Jay, Mourning Dove, Brown Thrasher, European Starling, Tufted Titmouse, Black-capped Chickadee (maybe a Carolina Chickadee - I need to look more closely to tell the difference), and Northern Cardinal. (1)
The other night I read Alberto Manguel's account of Cardinal in the Gibson Avian Miscellany. This morning I caught a quick photograph with my Nikon of the male cardinal perched in the dwarf peach tree that is waiting to be trained to look like a grape vine. I thought about what I had read two nights ago as I focused the 200 mm lense and shot the image. The prose goes like this: Outside my window is a cardinal.
Northern Cardinal |
Outside my glass door
Perched on the peach tree limb
Is a cardinal. (3)
______________________________________(1) There were also a gray squirrel, and large house cat that resembled a Maine Coon. Of course, they are not avian, rather mammalian. Quite bound to the ground, other than squirrel when leaping to the feeder full of seeds from the pruned but untrellised fruit trees that must be formed into an espalier soon to put a stop to the intrusion upon the birds' banquet table. The cat, perched on the fence, fancies birds not seeds, appears too lazy to take flight after them. (4)
(2) Alberto Manguel. Stevenson Under the Palm Trees. Thomas Allen Publishers, Toronto, 2003.
(3) Playing on Manguel's introductory sentence and using a 5-7-5 haiku form, is a verse for what I saw out the window this morning. It was just about five years ago that I moved into our house in Annapolis. The only furniture I purchased while I waited for Jan to move our household in June was a queen-sized bed and night stand with a built in lamp. There was also a chair in the den that sat in front of the build-in desk in the closet to hold my laptop computer - my link to the world back in Oregon: wife, family, home. It may have been the next Saturday morning, but when I looked through the shade at the upper limbs of the leafless ornamental cherry tree at eye-level with the second floor bedroom, there outside my window was a cardinal.
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(4) Just to see what this footnote looks like in verse:
There was a gray squirrel
and a large house cat -
that resembled a Maine Coon;
of course not avian, rather mammalian,
quite bound to the ground.
Squirrel,
leaps to the feeder full of seeds,
Squirrel,
leaps to the feeder full of seeds,
from a tree that must be espaliered soon -
to put a stop to the intrusion
upon the birds' banquet table.
upon the birds' banquet table.
Cat,
perched on the fence,
fancies birds not seeds -
appeared too lazy
to try and take flight after them.
to try and take flight after them.
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