Taking Flight

This morning I read an article about flying taxis in Paris and the synapses in my brain started firing. We are edging toward in the Jetson‘s world, and it’s kind of exciting. Flight is such an intriguing thing, and its evolution is fascinating.

My interest in it was one of the reasons I was so excited about going to the interactive exhibit at the Berkshire Museum earlier this year. It did not disappoint. If you can catch the exhibit on tour, I recommend it.

Leonardo da Vinci - Machines in motion.

Leonardo carefully observed birds and flight patterns. He analyzed the lifts and glides and shifting of weight. The Codex on the Flight of Birds he left showed that he was on to something.

I sit by the pool now and watch the swallows dip and glide at high rates of speed. In my dreams I ascend.

Learning to Fly

I’m soaring.

I’m sailing.

I’m learning to fly.

I’m leaping.

I’m bouncing.

I’m high in the sky.

I’m jumping.

I’m hopping.

I’m up in the air.

I’m dashing.

I’m diving,

the wind in my hair.

I’m swooping.

I’m whooshing.

I’m light as a kite.

I’m flittering,

fluttering,

floating in flight.

I’m toppling.

I’m tumbling.

I’m falling. I crashed.

And, whoopsie,

my parents

new mattress is trashed.  

–Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2013. All Rights Reserved. – https://www.poetry4kids.com/poems/learning-to-fly/

Porch Work and Companions

Today I had a few meetings and mostly email responses for work so I took advantage of the fact that I didn’t need two computer monitors and worked from the porch.

A few weeks ago, a robin was busily making a nest in a bush right outside my porch window. Today, to my delight, I realized that a family was in it.

Robin sitting on a nest.
See the cute little bird? Would you guess it was sharing a nest with littles?

As I worked, I saw the parent flying back and forth feeding the little ones. My camera is not fantastic, but if you try really hard, you can see my treat.

Robin feeding its young

What’s really neat is that our weather is not fantastic today. It’s raining and thundering and the wind is tossing that bush about a bit, but they are all snuggled in. Happy as not larks. Just happy as a robin singin’ its song 🙂

Makes me happy, too.

Highlighted Blog #16 – The Humane Gardener

Nature is something I appreciate, but I have to admit that I don’t particularly study it. I just love it. One of the reasons I love the Humane Gardener is that it opens my eyes to the contributors to the natural art I appreciate. And shows how general human thoughtlessness might out the simple joys in jeopardy.

Human physiological responses to what Blomberg calls the “audible trash” of planes, trains, automobiles and machinery include hearing loss, elevated heart rates and blood pressure, sleeplessness and decreased mental focus. Not surprisingly, evidence of similar effects on wildlife is mounting, too. A recent study in New Mexico linked manmade noise to reduced egg hatching in western bluebirds.

 – http://www.humanegardener.com/lets-go-make-quiet/

For the month of November (the month of Thanksgiving in the United States), I’m sharing some of the blogs I’m thankful for. If you want thankful posts from my own personal day-to-day stuff, check out my Inspired By and Thankful For blog.

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Highlighted Blog #8 – aussiebirder.com

I don’t know a whole lot about birds. I think they are beautiful, and I love listening to them early on a summer morning. But if one flies by me, I’m more likely to describe it as yellow or blue than to actually know something about it. In fact, I have no idea what bird I just added in my Featured Image, and I’m thinking it might not be one from Australia. Apologies for that misrepresentation if so. I’m starting to learn more, however. Blogs such as aussiebirder.com are changing that.

It’s true, I don’t live in Australia, but maybe someday I will visit. Actually, I should look for a similar site here n North America. Any suggestions?

I love how this man writes in an engaging manner, but also throws in scientific details and fun facts. I had no idea birds could get drunk on sugar content from a tree or even group up to protect the source of their Bacchus-inspired activities. Very interesting. And the images on the site are an art of its own, in addition to the writing. Hope you enjoy the site as much as I do.

Last weekend my wife and I drove to Wollongong Botanic Gardens on the tip off that a single Regent Honeyeater had been visiting a bright red flowering bush known as the ‘Drunk Parrot Tree’ (Schotia brachypetala). To our great delight we were blessed with many sightings of the bird as it came briefly to feed […]

via The Return of the Rare Regent – Wollongong Botanic Gardens — aussiebirder

* For the month of November (the month of Thanksgiving in the United States), I’m sharing  writing from some of the blogs I’m thankful for. If you want thankful posts from my own personal day-to-day stuff, check out my Inspired By and Thankful For blog.

Holy Mackeral! I Love Fishing!

The things I discover after all these years…Thursday broke at the crack of 7:30, my body and brain still not comprehending the concept of sleeping in. But that’s okay. It gave me the luxury of writing time before the others awoke. Mary Beth had gotten up before me, but she was at the stables since her horse, Cal, was getting shoed that day.

By the time she came home, the others were awake so we packed some food and headed to the dock to load onto the boat. It was fun seeing different personalities emerge in the unique way we made sandwiches. Chris and Jen are quite meticulous, and layer everything just so. Jen added some basil flair. Mike wraps his cheese on the outside of his meat and cheese sandwich, and I opted for Peanut butter and butter (a favorite of mine in spite of the fact that one of my co-workers had just publicly labeled this delicacy as one of the strangest things she had ever eaten. For the record, I find that fact strange).

We headed out to the Gulf of Mexico, stopping to get some shrimp for bait along the way. There was a house boat next to us on the dock, and it had cool art on it. There was a chair I could imagine Chris making, and some people designs that were reminiscent of Jen’s Kokopelli people.

Although I grew up on Long Island, I had more of a beach/sand upbringing than an actually out on boats upbringing. And while we have sailboats on Lake Ontario, I’m not really used to motor boats. We kicked the motors on and flew, and I loved it. When I was standing, it felt like snowboarding as  I adjusted my balance according to wave, speed and turn. And I really loved the wind on my face as I looked around at jumping fish, playing dolphins and diving birds.

We anchored and started fishing. I remembered most of my lessons from the day before. About one minute after casting my line, I got a bite. And it scared the heebie jeebies out of me as I hauled in the mackerel. It was huge (in my opinion), wiggly and mad! Everyone was reminding me to stay away from the teeth.

Our hosts were impeccable (as they seem to be in every arena), and they kindly and calmly walked me through the steps of staying safe as they got the fish off the hook and into our ice bin. We spent hours hauling in trout, pompano and mackerel as well as some ladyfish, blue racers and jacks (which we didn’t keep). Poor Jen was feeling a bit sub-par so she rested while we hauled, but she was a great sport and is willing to try again. Maybe with some meds ahead of time.

After a few hours we went back to shore.

We were humored as we motored in to find a crow yakking away to a stationary carved owl that guarded the marina. It had a swiveling head so we wondered if the bird thought the owl was real.

The guys cleaned the fish while we girls cleaned the boat.

We headed back to the house and had a swim and soak in the hot tub before eating our catch from the day.

hot tub

Lionel and Sheila (David’s parents) joined us once again, regaling us with tales from life in South Africa, where they grew up. Another delightful day on Marco Island.

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Robins in Early March

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Can you see it?

 March 6 in western NY. Not a common sight for us at this time of year. If we can’t be on the hills snowboarding, we can at least enjoy the beauty and song of these creatures 🙂 There were a bunch of them. Here’s a close-up of one.

 

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