— driving to the desert to see what the year would begin with. there was a hawk. driving on, seeing more. lots of hawks today
writings
12.20.2016
at least six lapland longspurs mixed in with thousands of horned larks easily found by listening for their distinct rattle calls also a single white pelican today. it crossed in low (less than 100 feet away), gained elevation and headed west
12.11.2016
— yes, and as much as the ocean. i’ll write of the butcherbird next
12.07.2016
— are you happy? — will you be warm enough? your skin and your freckles and your fur and eyelashes, all under. for a split second, the rebirth in catching your breath again high tide. 39,2 °f crushed shells from the seagulls. scattered on wooden planks pay attention to not cut your bare feet when you get up out of the water
11.21.2016
we ended up lavished. seeing birds that were new to us gila woodpecker, cactus wren and the rosy-faced lovebird but we enjoyed seeing others too. familiar and the milky-way; a backbone bonfire with sparks filling the sky on our way south all the blessed hours. tracing sweetness home the ordinary years of cold. dew. drifting seagulls. origin left behind a veil of distance [flares up or melt] a fledging heart
10.19.2016
— does anyone know what the island is like these days. are bison and other wildlife still as abundant as before the fires?
10.07.2016
in this thick fall wind that pushes on the highrise/building with big shoulders — as a bison leaning to scratch an itch before the crisp of frost will clear the air. make all blue bluer, and bodies quiet there’s a bee still on it’s wings. swimming upwards on currents. dancing drowsy between gusts making it’s way home graceful as the daylight. turns to honey
09.27.2016
sandhill cranes are beginning to move through the jensen area in uintah county (along the green river). this morning at 8:00 am was 1200 cranes feeding in freshly harvested hay fields. south of the river along a 1.5 mile stretch — they spend the night on sandbars, move to the fields at dawn, then around 11:00 am large groups circle upward in thermals, heading south they will be moving through the area for the next month — one day you will move too
09.17.2016
went looking for warblers to no avail. however ran into a novel bird —the sage thrasher. eating insects in late summer with her short beak. in winter she eat berries
09.16.2016
brood — would you like one she says. holding out a tray with frozen larvae i like honey, i like bees when they sting me too, at harvest. i can’t eat this unborn thing . in traffic home each day any hearse glides right trough me havesting. tapping the honey inside. sealing jars of dripping. labbeling this fall. loss
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