When I looked out the window, I first thought it was a dried leaf stuck on the outside of the glass, but a closer look and I could see a furry little body tucked away there. Unfortunately, this photo isn’t the exact individual; that little fellow flew away during my efforts to get me and my camera in position to capture it through the glass. The good news is I had a good long look and made some notes first, so I was able to narrow the species down in one of my butterfly and moth books, and then go to the web and search for this image and info (link above). If you look at the documented recorded sightings, there aren’t many. I see there’s an email address, but I doubt it would count if I reported it, since I didn’t get the shot. But it was a thrill for me nonetheless!
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.