Sounding like the set up for a goofy joke, or maybe a Far Side cartoon: The Macomb Country Sheriff’s Department has reported their divers have freed a goose that sat too long in a the chilly Clinton River in a Detroit suburb, and got stuck. The goose (presumably a Canada goose) was reported Friday, frozen solid into the ice. How embarrassing! The divers and a marine officer first tried pouring warm water around the bird, but no luck. Next they resorted to chipping away at the ice, and, after an hour, managed to get the bird loose. It was further reported that the newly-freed bird honked, and then waddled off to join some other geese in nearby open water. One can only imagine the razing it got upon its return.
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.