No gray skies yesterday as another wave of migrating turkey vultures passed through. I grabbed the camera and tried (with less success than I'd envisioned) for a few shots as they swooped surprisingly low over my roof. As I was scanning the sky over the pollarded ash, a little face peeked down at me. I don't know if this little fellow was stretched out enjoying the sun, or if he was trying to make small as the vultures flew by.
Also, my friend Cath just sent me this link for identifying bird sounds. I haven't had a chance to explore it much yet, but it looks pretty interesting, and it's a great idea. http://www.xeno-canto.org/index_static.html
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.