Gi_Venus
Loving Heart
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- Nov 19, 2005
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Hello everyone, it is my hope that people will pop in here to conceive thought, write prose, if they want poetry. Truly I start it for selfish reasons, I have threads scattered all over for various topics and here I can do much of it in one spot without have to jump around. Yes I am lazy.
No need to stay on topic and it does not have to be about me.....I would love it if others used this thread as a vehicle for expression.
And one of my computers deserves the junkyard.....well all of them do....damn dinosaurs... Whoops! Where did that blurt come from? * accumulated aggravations....mental imagery of trashing the contraption throwing it on the floor and saying....Take That! and that! and TTTTTHHHHhaaaaaT! kicking it vigoriously delivering the last with a poignant boot.* Pant...pant....pant..... now that would feel good....
This morning brought a beehive of thought as I walked my mile.
Impressions: a Purple Martin flying high in it's graceful flight caught by the morning sun, where do they go in the winter? South to the tropics for they are insectivores, there is not enough for them to eat here in the winter.
A hawk flies across the road in front of me....I do not get a good view but experience tells me it is a Coopers Hawk from the cat like call it gives, a mewing sound that is unique to it. This is a boon to us birders, a Coopers Hawk will not sound like a Red shouldered Hawk, and a Red- tailed Hawk will not sound like a Bald Eagle. There are birds that mimic though, Mockingbirds have an amazing capacity to imitate even imitating creaking gates. Blue-Jays will imitate a Red-shouldered Hawk, their imitation call is identical but for one thing, The volume, if the volume is weak.....lacks resonance you can tell it is a blue jay. A Hawk's call is much more powerful.
A patch of bermuda grass growing in a crack along the roadside, it is richly green and lushly growing, fluffy. I want to stop and run my hands through it and smell it's fragrances....it is damp with the morning dew.
The morning sun is bright on my face, bringing a feeling of life after my dark ruminations of the past few days. Those days were illuminated by my loving friends who worry for me. I love them all.
Gianna
No need to stay on topic and it does not have to be about me.....I would love it if others used this thread as a vehicle for expression.
And one of my computers deserves the junkyard.....well all of them do....damn dinosaurs... Whoops! Where did that blurt come from? * accumulated aggravations....mental imagery of trashing the contraption throwing it on the floor and saying....Take That! and that! and TTTTTHHHHhaaaaaT! kicking it vigoriously delivering the last with a poignant boot.* Pant...pant....pant..... now that would feel good....
This morning brought a beehive of thought as I walked my mile.
Impressions: a Purple Martin flying high in it's graceful flight caught by the morning sun, where do they go in the winter? South to the tropics for they are insectivores, there is not enough for them to eat here in the winter.
A hawk flies across the road in front of me....I do not get a good view but experience tells me it is a Coopers Hawk from the cat like call it gives, a mewing sound that is unique to it. This is a boon to us birders, a Coopers Hawk will not sound like a Red shouldered Hawk, and a Red- tailed Hawk will not sound like a Bald Eagle. There are birds that mimic though, Mockingbirds have an amazing capacity to imitate even imitating creaking gates. Blue-Jays will imitate a Red-shouldered Hawk, their imitation call is identical but for one thing, The volume, if the volume is weak.....lacks resonance you can tell it is a blue jay. A Hawk's call is much more powerful.
A patch of bermuda grass growing in a crack along the roadside, it is richly green and lushly growing, fluffy. I want to stop and run my hands through it and smell it's fragrances....it is damp with the morning dew.
The morning sun is bright on my face, bringing a feeling of life after my dark ruminations of the past few days. Those days were illuminated by my loving friends who worry for me. I love them all.
Gianna
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