Splash of Color

         

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
                                                                                                   ~ Emily Dickinson


                                                                                                                         © Tracy Abell 2011

It’s a gray day but these male House Finches are ablaze in their wooing finery.
Maybe I’ll go put on something bright and chase those clouds away . . .

                   

Seeing Is Believing

            

I’m a woman of routines.

Every morning while in Hawaii, I got up and did yoga while the sun rose over the water just outside the window.
Then I’d take my coffee out onto the beach where I’d watch the crabs do their work.


                                                                                                                         © Tracy Abell 2011 

 
 
The crabs would sneak out of their holes with an armful of sand and scuttle away to toss it.
And then back down into the hole for more sand.
 
Some were a couple feet away but others were just inches from my feet, 
and I delighted in their sci-fi features.
 
At one point I spotted some crabs farther off on the beach 
and began watching them through my powerful birding binoculars.
Whoa!
These crabs were huge!
Could they be the crabs creating the large holes and the big piles of sand?
The crabs I’d never seen?
 
As I watched, one ginormous crab stopped next to a massive stick 
and I lowered the binoculars to locate that stick on the beach so I could
witness the huge crab with my bare eyes.
 
Oops.
It was not a massive stick but a small twig.
And it wasn’t a gigantic crab; it was one just like the others moving around next to my toes.
 
The binoculars tricked me.
 
I laughed at myself and then watched through the binoculars some more
while The Crab That Ate Honolulu stomped around the beach.
 
You should’ve been there.
 
           

Then and Now

                      

A couple weeks ago I was hiking in a tropical forest, scanning the ocean bay with my binoculars:


                                                                                                                          © Zippy 2011

Today I’m at the kitchen window, photographing a Mourning Dove hunkered down in the snow:


                                                                                                                           © Tracy Abell 2011
 

What a wonderfully diverse home we have on this big, blue spinning ball.

 
         

Wildebeest Does Hawaii

                           

Oh no!
A Wildebeest washed up on the beach!
Is he okay?

Whew.
Crisis averted.

(Next time I want him to smile, I’ll have to try a splash of cold, salt water in the face.)
                
                 

Fort Wildebeest

Yesterday morning Zippy went to the basement to feed Lebowski the cat, and found this:


© Zippy 2011

Wildebeest and friends (all 17 years-old) came home on Friday night and built a fort to sleep in.
It all began with one sheet and a piece of yarn.

This makes me smile.

Here in body, not-so-much in spirit . . .

               

This is where I spent a week clearing my head:

                                                                                                                                                         © Tracy Abell 2011

 
I’m having a hard time adjusting to reality so am easing back into life.
I will blog with more details soon but wanted to pop in and shout HELLO! to my friends here.
I hope you’re all doing well and have only the desired amount of sand in your swimsuits. 

         

Can’t You Smell That Smell?

     

Somewhere in my vast collection of old photographs,

there’s a picture of my brother and his high school girl friend
sitting in crimson high-backed upholstered chairs.
On our lawn.
 
My mother had put a chicken in a pot of water and left it on the stove.
All night.
 
Our house reeked.
So badly that I missed two or three days of school in order to clean.
Furniture on the lawn to air out.
Cupboards emptied and scrubbed down.
Dishes washed because when the stench is bad enough, dishes can absorb it.
I couldn’t stand high school so was happy to be home.
It was springtime in Wisconsin and a friend skipped school one day to help me out,
and I still remember our lunchtime break and how we laughed as the warm sunshine washed over us.
"Give me rays! Give me rays!"
 
Cut to last night.
Zippy, Wildebeest, and Zebu went out for dinner but I chose to stay home.
I emptied a bag of frozen broccoli into the steamer
and left the room to check something on the computer.
 
Oops.
 
                                                                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011
 

This is the pot after it soaked outside all night.

 
The house doesn’t smell all that bad right now and we didn’t have to move furniture.
I did, however, spend a lot of time walking through the house, spritzing the air with vinegar and water. 
 
Perhaps the most puzzling aspect of this episode is why I felt compelled to eat the broccoli.
Penance?
Stoicism?
Idiocy?
 
Next time (and I’m sure there will be a next time), I’m tossing the broccoli.
Maybe I’ll just open all the windows and go out for ice cream.
                     

Sound Effects

             

Have you ever felt insecure about the way you depict a sound in your writing?

The other day I struggled to come up with onomatopoeic words for an action in my story,
and ended up using "plonk" and "kerplonk."
Not genius, by any means, but usable words.

Except now I’m questioning how I hear things.

I’ve always used "creaky" to describe the sound of a Mourning Dove taking flight,
but just did research that indicates most, if not all, people would describe that sound
as "whistling."

Say what?!

                                                                                                                       © Tracy Abell 2011
       

Deep Thoughts

               

 
                                                                                               © Tracy Abell 2011

                  Marriage should be a duet – when one sings, the other claps.
                                                                                                           ~ Joe Murray

                  

Nature Nurtures

         

When I start to panic and worry, I look to Nature for my calm.
Saturday I ran on the trails with Zippy while a Red-tailed Hawk soared above.

Today, I return to last week’s Starling visit for solace.
As long as there are birds in my life, I can find the courage to carry on.

                                                                                                                               © Tracy Abell 2011

And because I’ve been reading THE ANNOTATED CHARLOTTE’S WEB:

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.

                                                                                     ~ E. B. White
                     

Signs of Procrastination

           


                                                                                                      © Tracy Abell 2011

“Artists can color the sky red because they know it’s blue.
Those of us who aren’t artists must color things
the way they really are or people might think we’re stupid.”
                                                                      
                                              ~ Jules Feiffer
             
Oops.

         

Signs of Spring

              

Yesterday was cold with a dusting of snow,
and this American Robin had to puff out its feathers to stay warm.

                                                                                                                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011

Today is sunny and the temperature will be in the high 50s.
Such are the joys of Colorado.

Sending  and other cold-weather friends
a blast of warm air and sunshiny thoughts . . .

                   

Coco’s Nightmare

              

Coco: Last night Zippy had a dream Tracy let a bunch of otters into the house.
Apparently, I didn’t much like them.

                                                                                                                                                    © Wildebeest 2011

Can you blame me?


                                                     image from morguefile.com                                                                                                               
                       

Mystery Solved

                


One morning in late January,
we woke to this:


                                                                                                                             © Zippy 2011

I couldn’t believe none of us heard this going on right outside our windows.
Not me.
Not Zippy.
Not the two dogs.

And now Wildebeest informs me this was the work of the entire girls basketball team
(one of the girls "confessed" during track practice).

Who knew teen girls could be so stealthy?
                

Hello, New Week!

             

                 

HAPPY MONDAY, WORLD!
This extremely tall man serenaded the protesters 
in Denver on Saturday as thousands of people
came out in support of Wisconsin workers
and their right to collective bargaining.

                        

                              © Tracy Abell 2011

Wishing everyone a glorious week
filled with upbeat tunes, jaunty
hats, and unconditional
support for your
endeavors.
             

On Wisconsin!

        

Yesterday I blogged about my preparations for
the Denver rally held in support of Wisconsin workers.

Today I am back with a full report.

The good news: the weather was beautiful and lots of sane people showed up.

The bad news: a bunch of ill-informed, resentful people also made an appearance
(one person even self-identifying as an extremist):

Here’s the very first photo I took from the lower steps (apparently at the exact moment
everyone’s arms got tired and they lowered their signs):

I got there a couple minutes late and was on the outer fringes of main crowd and speeches, 
but my little sign was an immediate hit:

(I was interviewed by Jonathan Brown of NPR/CPR
but have not tracked down his report so don’t know if I made the cut.)

However, not everyone understood by my sign that I supported workers and their
right to collective bargaining.  When I walked silently past the anti-union crowd on my
way out, one man said about my sign, "That’s a good one."  I was stunned until
I looked at my photos later on and saw this:

(And yes, those are Colorado State Patrol officers.
They formed a line between the groups, appearing simultaneously bored and tense).

Here’s a sampling of the support and goodwill flowing from Colorado to Wisconsin
(and other states preparing for their own union-busting assaults) . . .

      

          
  

      

And, perhaps the day’s most compelling argument:

It was a good day and I’m so glad I rallied.
Zippy joined me, and we ran into other friends (Happy Birthday again, Ron!)

This fight is for the heart and soul of workers’ rights,
and I hope the brave people in Wisconsin don’t back down 
in the face of Governor Walker’s ideological war on unions.
(Lest there be any doubt this stand-off has nothing to do with budget deficits and everything to do
with ideology, follow the story regarding billionaire Tea Party-backer David Koch and Gov Walker).

Also, please remember: The unions early-on accepted the wage and benefits reductions; 
they are only demanding their right to collective bargaining.

Wisconsin, we are with you!
All good thoughts headed your way . . . 

              

Friday Five: The Mourning Dove Edition

                 

Five Mourning Doves!
Count ’em!
Five!

Is this Friday Five stuff easy, or what?

                                                                                                                                    © Tracy Abell 2011
 
Here’s hoping this weekend doesn’t require puffing out your feathers to stay warm.
Have a good one, all!

                           

Someone’s Not Listening

                   

Zippy and I went snowshoeing on Sunday
after we got about 10 inches of snow.

It was a beautiful day and our tromp through the snow was lovely.
However, I did announce to the universe
that I’d prefer a cessation of snowfall for the rest of the week.

Well, guess what?
More snow!
And frigid temps!

Dude!
                                       
                                                  © Tracy Abell 2011

Wonder if this Northern Flicker has a direct line to the powers that be . . .

                 

Hawk-Writer

              

Hello, Monday!

 
                                         © Tracy Abell 2011

This Sharp-shinned Hawk stopped by yesterday,
and watched as I photographed it from my deck.

“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer.
A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay,
but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.”

                                                                                       ~ Ernest Hemingway 

Apologies to Barb ( ), but I’ll strive for hawk-writer this week.
                       

Thankful Thursday: Power Lines and Powerful Birds

            

I love my home but didn’t always love the ugly power lines
visible from our south-facing windows.
I considered them an obstruction of the open-space-aesthetic.

Well, I eventually adjusted my attitude with the realization that
without those unsightly, thick black cables, I wouldn’t see nearly as many birds.

Case in point: this Red-tailed Hawk that stopped by yesterday.


                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011

            

Real People, Real Lives

                

On Monday I took my camera and notebook to the spaghetti dinner.

This is Dennis.
After I took his picture he simply said, "Thank god for the meal."

                                                         © Tracy Abell 2011

This is Wayne.
He told me, "The meal means a lot to me.  I haven’t had a whole lot of work for the past year."

                                                                                                                                          © Tracy Abell 2011

These are real people struggling with real-life problems.
I wish the powers that be would stop pandering to the already-rich, entitled people,
and throw substantial support to those hanging on by a thread.

Unfortunately, it’s only going to get worse; the new meme is "we’ve all got to make sacrifices."
Except the power structure will ensure the rich get richer
while the disenfranchised poor pile up like so much forgotten trash.

They’re people.