Owl Connection

Walking the wilderness trail yesterday, I little knew what treat lay in store. An owl moved along in the trees just ahead of me. It seemed we were connected and that was good.

Looking out the clean river window for the last couple of weeks, I have seen so many pretty yellow and red birds that I wonder why I haven't paid more attention to them in the past. Raising consciousness is additive magic.
Heretofore, the birds that I noticed were on the road in the right hand lane and barely escaped with their fame. Have birds been getting slower over time? The counterpoint to this argument is the eagle that swooped in front of my truck for some road kill. Nothing was slowing this boy down!

A Cut Above

Long ago, a friend of mine went to the barber to get his hair cut.
Nonchalant- hot from the summer sun, he failed to realize his transgression. The barber, a man from a different time, noticed it immediately-he was fully launched when Mike turned the doorknob to step into the shop.
"What are you doing in here wearing a t-shirt and drinking pop?!
Blindsided, Mike's response, "Getting a haircut." Not good enough for the owner/operator, "Oh, no you're not, get out of here with your lack of respect." A twist of bitter would be, as William T. expressed it in another field, "If you can't cut 'er, you can't stay." 

Stonehenge Loaf

I just finished Terry Brook's novel, a Measure of Magic. Really great! The first chapter begins with a character from left field, the Rag Picker who makes up little verses while he works, picking up rags of course.

There were no Hobbits in the story, but somehow it brought to my mind this question. How did Hobbits make that special food that nourished them on all of those long trips? Some sort of bread I suppose. So I put my own ingredients together. If I combined corn meal with whole wheat flour, would I be able to travel a far distance? The jury is out- experiment incomplete-none the less, I have high hopes.

Disturbed Birds

I picked up some equipment today to clean my windows. It wasn't  nearly as expensive as I had imagined. Why had I waited so long?
Anyhow, my bird neighbors were not in favor of this radical move.
Both parents flew in as close as they dared, to check my work sooooo.... close to their nest. No harm was done, except that I can now see better with my glasses on.

Back Track Tech

The "Allis" in the picture is still here, but both the car and truck have disappeared from the planet in their  recognizable form. Like stone and leather, the tractor remains elemental.

Reprieve

Handbag escaped his handler last year and the authorities brought him back. Some thought he would have to serve time, but instead he was released on his own cognisance. Today, a local veterinarian saved the same canine from the Catchers by sheltering him for thirty minutes until he could be picked up by his mistress. It would appear here that we have tapped into the vast network of the dog underground.

Devil in the Details

The lady in the car behind me was definitely a first responder. She was on the street, car door still open, making cell phone calls by the minute. In about three minutes, the state police, county deputies, fire trucks, and EMT units were on the scene while I was still in my car shaking my head in wonderment as to why the black car crossed into my lane and wrecked my car. I guess I will have to retract all of my comments about how useless smart cell phones are now.
Today, my trip north of the 45th parallel was quite windy, but enjoyable. I needed to begin the process of repairing the collateral  damage (my car). The spin off effect was that I got some great bargains on bulk food. For example, two pounds of raisons for $4.49

Grand Prix Down

It seems taking the backroad to the grocery store doesn't always payoff. If this were face plate, a condition contrary to fact, I'm posted. One car hit another car, then took the opportunity to eliminate another driving candidate, all in one fell swoop. 

Poem Song

It is said that Gerard Manly Hopkins intended to set this particular poem to music, but the evidence for this has been destroyed. 
Natalie Merchant does a great job anyway.

Wide Open

For me, a different trail in the forest today. To be sure, quite at peace with myself, as I'm tooling along. Suddenly, I hear heavy feet on my trail. I thought I was alone, but spin to find a huge dog bearing down. It had the silhouette of a Doberman (eight hands high and weighing ten stone). Lucky for me, the owner yelled out from a far distance, "He is a friendly dog", and the dog believed him.