tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post4662542694254275465..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: More for the Sake of the Cat, We Said, Than for Ourselves, Who Huddled, Shivering, Against the Stove All Winter LongUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-72025125071290666722021-02-24T12:04:58.360-05:002021-02-24T12:04:58.360-05:00Got a large laugh at the Woke Birdwatcher. Thanks ...Got a large laugh at the Woke Birdwatcher. Thanks for linking to my own waking bird watch, as well (will be the opening image of novel #5 whenever I start drafting, despite being factual). Later that same day, on a walk through the woods behind my house, saw and heard a fat (un-PC term, I know [a weight-challenged?]) red-shouldered hawk swoop through the trees and settle on a high tree branch. Then another! But the second turned out not to be a r-s hawk, but a peregrine. And it was angry, my friends. Territorially offended. It shrieked, spiked straight up into the air, turned, folded its wings, and kamikaze'ed (un-PC, too [dive bombed?]) the hawk just as its smaller, male mate (yes, the male, the tiercel, is the smaller of a peregrine pair, check your patriarchal privilege and re-assess your sexist, prejudices, all) arrived with shrieks of its own. They pestered the hawk, mobbing it (no anti-Italianism or coastal elitism implied), until eventually relocated on a lower, less accessible from the air branch. Quite a stroll, replete with wheeling, shrieking avian airshow. Then last night, as I was grilling fish on the deck out back, I spied the silhouettes of two (not one) barred owls (a nesting pair who roost nearby) eyeing my every spatula move. Raptor week hereabouts.Jim H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02088100982761595050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-42383289402895829942021-02-24T11:06:51.020-05:002021-02-24T11:06:51.020-05:00that's a good looking cat and one who deserves...that's a good looking cat and one who deserves to be kept warm all winter long<br /><br />from wikipedia - <b> Meijer was founded as Meijer's </b>in Greenville, Michigan, in 1934, by Hendrik Meijer, a Dutch immigrant.<br /><br />one of the kees poems you point to - 'crime club' - reminds me of louise penny's inspector armand gamache mystery novels set in quebec, which missus charley used to read when she commuted to her job on the metro - now penny has cowritten a novel with hillary clinton - as i remarked at the daily mail<br /><br /><i>my wife has been a fan of the inspector armand gamache books so there is a chance she will read this too - she has a less negative opinion of hillary than i do and if she thinks it's very good and recommends i read it i might do so - we will get it from the library, however, not buy it</i><br /><br />reading kees about his daughter that didn't exist, i wondered about his biographical details and read the wikipedia bio<br /><br />i would have liked to read the full 'report of the meeting' with the lion and the scientists but various attempts at a workaround didn't get me to page 323<br /><br />wandering associatively i eventually came to my own rewording of<b> saying 7 of the gospel of thomas</b>:<br /><br />Blessed is the lion that the human eats, so that the lion's energy nourishes the human being.<br /><br />And cursed is the human consumed by the lion, so that the human's spirit is lowered to the animal's level.<br /><br /><br /><br />mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.com