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
I was just noticing the migrating birds here in Washington a day or so ago and had to sigh -- we really haven't had a summer, just a slightly extended spring. I do love it here, but I would have loved a little more summer and blue skies and sun! The geese are leaving in great flocks and I love to watch them.
This is so beautiful! The poem is wonderful, the video is amazing, and the photo is lovely too. I have always been fascinated by flocks of birds like this. I lived for a while across from fields where we could sit on our front step and watch them swooping around every evening. Flocks of geese and other birds are so wonderful. Thank you for this.
Deborah, that video is simply incredible. I like the ending where he asks, "How good it that!" Your poem is simply lovely and fits the subject so well. It is a peaceful poem filled with longing and desire. I enjoyed it all.
And that video is amazing. I have often thought of these flocks as a sort of living Moebius Strip -- never ending, and turning on itself in pure joy...
I've been intending to watch this video for a couple days now. It's a massive display; I've seen smaller flocks do this, namely waxwings, but never that number. I am astonished. Thank you so much for posting this. And... the poem you pulled out of your archives will be on my mind today: "behind the spruce and ash, the ember-colored edge of dusk". Just beautiful.
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.
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I was just noticing the migrating birds here in Washington a day or so ago and had to sigh -- we really haven't had a summer, just a slightly extended spring. I do love it here, but I would have loved a little more summer and blue skies and sun! The geese are leaving in great flocks and I love to watch them.
This is so beautiful! The poem is wonderful, the video is amazing, and the photo is lovely too. I have always been fascinated by flocks of birds like this. I lived for a while across from fields where we could sit on our front step and watch them swooping around every evening. Flocks of geese and other birds are so wonderful. Thank you for this.
I know that I have said before that I love your poetry, but this is so very graceful, subdued colours and gentle motion. Really, well done :o)
Deborah, that video is simply incredible. I like the ending where he asks, "How good it that!" Your poem is simply lovely and fits the subject so well. It is a peaceful poem filled with longing and desire. I enjoyed it all.
yesterday I noticed it the dark seeping in around 7 o'clock... goodbye summer!
amazing picture and a beautiful poem!
what a wonderful video! thank you!
your poem is lovely.
Oh what a wonderful poem -- really beautiful!!!
And that video is amazing. I have often thought of these flocks as a sort of living Moebius Strip -- never ending, and turning on itself in pure joy...
really beautiful post. stunning !
I've been intending to watch this video for a couple days now. It's a massive display; I've seen smaller flocks do this, namely waxwings, but never that number. I am astonished. Thank you so much for posting this. And... the poem you pulled out of your archives will be on my mind today: "behind the spruce and ash, the ember-colored edge of dusk". Just beautiful.
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