The slightly warmer afternoon drew me outside to do a spring walkabout in my front and back yard, to assess the ravages of winter. There were the usual twigs and branches, a few matted feathers left over from a Sharp-shinned Hawk’s catch, a good deal of bunny poop, and…dozens of small freshly-dug pits all over the lawn! It looks like a Lilliput battlefield that had been bombed with tiny artillery shells. The mystery really had me going for a while, until I happened to catch the culprit in the act – one of the many squirrels in the ‘hood, busily burying the mini peeled carrots I put out for the bunnies. She nibbled a bit of carrot, and then, with her back towards me, hunched over and elbows flying, she dug into the damp earth and plopped the rest of the carrot down in the ground, and covered it for safekeeping. The problem is, I can see many open holes with no carrot in them. She’s either very fussy about her storage, or is a compulsive digger!
Later on, I saw a Blue Jay on the lawn trying to get his beak around a large in-shell peanut. I buy bags of mixed seeds that have shelled peanuts in them, and occasionally one in the shell shows up. The Jay must have been in the right place at the right time. No squirrel was around when the Jay was trying to make off with his prize, or it might have been an interesting showdown! I’m going to keep the niger feeder filled all spring in hopes of attracting some Indigo Buntings this year. I should be able to get some photos if the lilac leaves aren’t too far along when the Buntings show up. Meanwhile, the House Finches and Goldfinches are getting holding the fort.
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.