I've been keeping an eye out, hoping that leucistic cowbird will put in another appearance, so the fluttering white at the base of the red maple really caught my attention. But it wasn't the cowbird, it was a handsome male red-headed woodpecker. It was getting ready to rain, so the light isn't great, but there he is. I spill seed there for the pair of mallards who still come, but our timing isn't always in sync, and the crowd of other birds hoover it up before the ducks get there. I hope the woodpecker will bring the missus next time; I've never seen a female.
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.