The New York governor is going down
But here in Sycamore Canyon
The birds don’t hear a sound.
They’re feeding, breeding and singing,
Because spring is in the air,
And every individual bird
Wants to become a pair!
With nests all under construction,
And birds returning by scores,
The birds in Sycamore Canyon
Don’t care about the governor’s mores!
~kathiesbirds (March 11, 2008)
The above poem was inspired by waking up this morning, contemplating turning on the news, then realizing it would just be a media frenzy as they dissected every detail o the life of Governor Spitzer. But when I looked out my window at the birds merrily feeding I realized I don’t have to turn on the tube and listen. I can watch these unconcerned birds instead.
Spring is definitely in the air around here. I was not living here in Sycamore Canyon at this time last year. I’m still getting to know the rhythms of life in this new place. While the turkey vultures are returning, I’m seeing fewer and fewer hummingbirds. I watched birds all day long yesterday and never saw one. The white-winged doves have yet to return, as well as the nighthawks and purple martins. It’ll be interesting to see what other species are purely spring and summer residents here at the base of Mt. Fagan.
I’m heading off to the Phoenix Art Museum with my daughter-in-law Trish today. She is married to my oldest son, G, and they are expecting their first baby in April. Since they live an hour north of me I’ll be spending the night because tomorrow I’m going to start a mural on the wall of the nursery. They both love nature and want to have a nature themed nursery. Since they are both from the east coast, they want an ocean scene. I told them I can do scene they want, but they do realize it will have birds in it! So, you won’t be hearing from me for a few days, but when I come back, I’ll have all kinds of stories to tell!