Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Bluebirds in January

At the moment it’s 5º and the wind chill  is -9º.  The January freeze has arrived.  The killing season.   Insects and viruses face certain death, along with more than we know.  It’s been a while since it’s been this cold.  Yesterday, just as the temperature was starting to dive, a small flock of bluebirds descended on the red chokeberry bush in the back yard.  Not long after, a Cooper’s hawk scouted the tree line.  And Brodi lay in his place, dreaming of Africa, of warm savannahs, a burning red sun, and silent adventures in the land of lions.  I’m certain he dreamed me with him. 

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