A MidWinter Flock Strutting to Annie Lennox

Turkeys, regardless of the season, are wondrous.

This is posted in early July but the video is from February, hence MidWinter.

This is a small flock compared to our usual turkeying. Could be due to the season, could be due to the construction on the other side of our woods, could be not all turkeys are fans of Anne Lennox.

We are. Fans. Amazing voice. Can’t understand a word she says when she’s talking but gosh can she sing.

The turkeys don’t mind if she talks.

So long as she does sing.

They gobble her up.

 

Opanina

Opanina the Opossum needs food.

All animals forage, and we tend towards kindness to The Old Ones when we’re able.

It’s that “pay it forward” thing we do.

The Wild brings us such joy due to its simplicity.

All things are in balance.

Until Man appears.

Man does not understand balance.

I’ve previously mentioned the construction going on the far side of our wood, most recently in They ain’t tiny little raccoons no more and The Flock.

Said construction is affecting our little piece of The Wild. More creatures show up daily, often multiple times each day, foraging for anything we might leave about.

Whatever we do leave about is gone quickly.

And there are squabbles now. There always were and they were seldom and few. Now we hear them daily.

It is birthing time and there are young ones to feed; Raccoon, Opossum, Coyote, Rabbit, and others.

It is not our duty to feed them all. It is our pleasure to do what we can.

For The Wild.

Cold Toes and The Wind

Here we see a hawk in January (we watch year-round, post as we can).

Poor thing; cold toes and a good wind.

Hawks don’t fret much about the wind.

They are the Lords of it.

All winged ones, actually.

Humans are, unless taught otherwise, two-dimensional thinkers.

We lost the third dimension twice in evolutionary history; once when our ancestors crawled out of the ocean and again when our ancestors descended from the trees.

Being two-dimensional, we’ve lost the ability to swim deep waters and fly long skies.

Pity.

There is a saying among my kind; Whenever an Old One dies, a library is lost.

We can not imagine what wisdom we’ve lost by destroying the oceans and skies.

Hawks Enjoy Keith Jarrett

The Wild continues to surprise us.

Case in point, this spry young fellow you see here, as yet unnamed.

We suspect he’s one of Glaxus‘ kin but so far he’s been very, very quiet.

Perhaps he’s hunting wabbits (and if you don’t get the reference, don’t worry).

Doubtful it’d be rabbits in undergrowth that dense. More likely chipmunks, voles, mice, something of that sort.

But we did notice his penchant for Keith Jarrett, specifically The Koln Concert (one of our favorites, as well).

We hope he finds what he seeks.

We wish that on all.

We also wish they’d be better prepared. Often people find what they seek and don’t realize what they were looking for until after it’s found them.

Glaxus the Hawk

One day we were blessed with a small hawk in our yard.

Hawks visit us often as we have many bird feeders, many bird feeders bring many birds and other seed eaters (chipmunk, squirrel, the occasional neighbor, …), and much prey brings predators, hence hawks (among others)

I did not know this hawk’s name when I took the video and have since learned he is Glaxus.

Proud name for a hawk, don’t you think, Glaxus?

A name of power, a name of honor, a name of command.

Names are a fascinating study, especially to authors who must forever come up with names for characters.

And if you’re based in one culture and writing about someone from another culture, do you give the alien individual a name with meaning in your culture or one with meaning in the other’s culture?

And if you do the latter, you’ll need to explain the significance of the name in it’s original cultural setting.

Example: Ng Bao, literally “Seven Bread.” Who names their son (it’s a male name) “Seven Bread”?

In it’s original cultural setting, it denotes someone who’ll bring good luck and great favor onto the family.

Glaxus, the aforenamed hawk, will bring worlds to his fledglings.

Glorious children, they.

Enjoy.