Monday, February 24, 2020

A "Murder" of Crows - Poem about Blackbirds

It's actually very exciting having noisy chattering flapping crows flying all about you. But try and take a picture and they fly away as if they're in the Witness Protection Program.

CORRECTION: Crows they are not. BLACKBIRDS are what they are. Scott did an online investigation. There are about 13 different species.

I am trying to figure out how to visit my friend Helene Ryesky at her retirement home. Would like to take an Uber and my sister Lynn has an Uber app.

Wanna find out the cost. 

Sam Valenza and his Buxmont Transport would charge up to $200 but they don't work past 7 pm.

Was at Mom's this morning while Ellen went to the new  Y  in Willow Grove. 

We chatted about how she and Daddy designed their new house in Justa Farm.

They sort of copied Cel's house next door. Her husband Charlie who worked for GE was transferred out of town. We never saw them again, I don't think, tho Mom talked to Cel on the phone. Dead from cancer, Cel. We never know what's gonna kill us or when. 

HONORED, I'M SURE

Wherever you're going
in search of warmer climes
and succulent insects, grubs
and worms, what a thrill
you visited our lawns,
branches, and grassy slopes
to come together
man and bird
in our eternal search
for the great outdoors
o daring creatures of evolution

Neighbor Patrick's bees are drinking the muddy water here. Pat said this water is very nourishing for his honeybees and said to note that they don't drink from the regular bird bath. Double click to enlarge.






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