I saw another sign yesterday that late summer is getting ready to shift into fall. It was a huge flock of starlings. First they were lining the wires as I drove past the open fields and the golf course, then they rose as one, in a dark amoeba-like cloud that changed shape like a single living organism. I think in a certain sense, they were one organism, in the same sense that naturalists sometimes talk about a beehive or an ant colony as a collective. What a wondrous thing it is to see! If I could have safely pulled over and watched for a while, I would have. When I got home, I went to YouTube to look for videos of bird flocks in flight, and as usual YouTube did not disappoint. There are a lot of videos there of flocks changing shape on the wing; I thought this one was one of the nicest.
And to go with it, here’s a poem I wrote back in the late 80s when I lived in Calgary, Alberta, which includes a reference to a large flock of Bohemian Waxwings.
Photo from Shutterstock, location unknown Video from YT member dylanwinter 1 Poem by D. Godin
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.