The lake is calm, with a few shadows and clouds following the line of the Point Pelee peninsula. There are a lot of orioles around my place this year, and for a few moments their liquid song fills the air. The boat is one of the vessels from the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources, monitoring fish levels for a commercial impact study.
Thanks to Poetikat for recommending me to Squirrelmama's blog, to help solve the mystery of the rather strange-looking squirrel I posted about yesterday. You can read her detailed comment if you scroll down, but the short answer is - the squirrel is moulting. So much for my cowboy theory! Anyway, I still find it hard to believe that I've lived around squirrels all my life, like most of us have, and yet never noticed this annual event. Now that I've seen my friend Elaine's photos, I'm going to give spring squirrels even more attention.
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.