A Thousand Crows in Everyday Ramblings

Yep. I know this shot I took today of our Central Library is blurry. That is because there is not much light here… even midday. Glare, we have plenty of glare; I’d be happy to share… really. Hey, at least right at the moment I was admiring this perspective it wasn’t raining

My brain fog started to lift a bit yesterday evening after an unexpectedly long nap in the late afternoon. Thank goodness as I was beginning to think the cognitive difficulties I was experiencing were ongoing. I am so glad I took Friday off! A person needs a day off now and then.

I fretted about this work issue for almost a week. My amazing IT person figured out a fix and they tested it again on Friday and I was able to review it today and approve moving it into production tomorrow. I still need to figure out exactly what happened and build in an exception to the customized process so it does not happen again.

Friday afternoon just about 3 PM I went over in the light rain to walk the track and listen to one of my lectures on Philosophy and I noticed as I was approaching that there seemed to be a lot of crows coming in. After a half transit around the track the field in the middle (where human teams play mostly Ultimate Frisbee) was completely covered in crows. There were hundreds of them. And very few people around.

I walked for about 40 minutes and while I did there was a big meet up for this murder of big handsome healthy birds. They would move onto the track or up in the trees but I tell you we are in big trouble if the crows decide to take over… It is both miraculous and scary to experience this dramatic natural imbalance.

By this time next year that field will be artificial turf and there will be a lot more people over there all the time.

I noticed this afternoon from my kitchen window that they were moving in the direction of the track at the same time. They are roosting in the trees downtown near the library at sundown these days. So they are moving through here on a schedule. They are totally at ease in close proximity to people. We are their food source after all.

When I went to clean and refill the auxiliary water container for all the birds that flock to my feeders yesterday I found another dead finch. That is the fourth one. I saw that gray tabby near there on Friday. So as soon as I saw that I pulled the tube feeder with the sunflower seed chips in and I didn’t put it out today.

I am getting plenty of sparrows and juncos (and squirrels and scrub jays) at the millet feeder but until I figure out the provenance of the problem cat I can’t bear to lure the finches to their untimely death anymore. This makes me so sad.

Oh well. It is, amongst all the brightly colored lights and extravagant food a time to be sad. It is okay to be sad.

I am glad however to be through the yoga challenge and have spent the last twenty-four hours or so re-connecting to my own lineage and teachers. I am glad to have done and completed the challenge and I am very happy it is over.

Boy, we’ll see how this all turns out but I tell you I’d think twice about getting liquid nitrogen sprayed on my face again. The scabs from Tuesday’s appointment look like I fell down and slid on my face. It is all healing nicely and I have hopes for a clearer complexion in a few weeks.

Otherwise I think I will learn to accept my age spots as a unique genetic expression.

Living long enough to have them is no small accomplishment.

Last updated December 07, 2015