Her fading, tattered wings speak of a life soon to pass. It’s curious the way that all living things seem to have an accelerated appreciation and hunger for the sweetness of life when the road to eternity looms ahead. We seek to absorb what we can, let go of regret and to leave an imprint that we were here.
New puzzle gift for the hubby from Son Number One. This one’s going to be a hum dinger. 1000 pieces with half of the pieces looking nearly identical. But…it’s Pink Floyd. Inspiration is there. Maybe a little background music.
Being in Nature is the closest thing to worship that I can imagine. In the presence of Creation I am humbled. When I edited these photos, one of my Mom’s favorite hymns flashed through my mind. And that is always my cue to listen. I consider it her contribution to, and support of, my joy in capturing these moments of perfection.
When spoken with a deep West Texas drawl, that would be “my-nez” of course, which I just realized is the way I manage to express the intent to move forward with a plan of action.
Example: “We my-nez well hit the road early to avoid the traffic.”
Mind you, it’s a subtle sound, almost unrecognizable; and I have done it my entire Southern life without knowing it until this morning.
Of course I am saying, “might as well”, and do enunciate in most all actual conversations. It just seems to be an over-the-shoulder familiar slang language that I use when feeling comfortable with family or friends for my entire life. It sits right up there alongside:
”I’ll holler at you later.”
”We’re fixin’ to go get burgers.”
😱 Where and when did it begin? Why have I never noticed it before? Nobody knows…
Meanwhile, let me intoduce you to the inspiration for the slang, if only subliminally. (Warning: all mayonaise haters should leave the room now)
This jar of magical fluffy white yumminess is the secret ingredient to my ‘famous’ potato salad, great tuna salad, chicken salad, burgers, dressings……..you get it?
Okay then, I have confessed to my faux pas. Now I my-nez well go make a sandwich. 😀💕
One of the things about the modern mindset that infuriates puzzles me is the concept that nature is cruel and animals that eat other animals is awful. They have been called killers, brutes, a menace, etc. Now, I am no extremist and understand the need to keep the wild things at bay with regard to the general populace; however, from my personal point of view, anyone who isn’t a dedicated practicing vegan has no room to throw stones at the carnivores who inhabit this planet along with we humans but simply happen to place lower on the food chain.
Question in point? What do you think when you see this photo?
Zippy is adorable. Right? Of course he is. He also procreates faster than a rabbit. He and his family have the potential to leave droppings and other highly undesirable things under my porch, in my attic and within our walls. He digs up my potted plants daily. I love him. I give him walnuts from my precious stash.
Now, what do you think when you see these images?
All hawk photos copyright CkP
This is a juvenile Broad Winged Hawk. We spotted it 2 days ago while on an outing. These birds are magnificent. I am in awe of hawks and have a great respect for their fierce hunting skills. I love to capture photos of them looking down at me, their expressions both curious and frightening. Do I look like a possible snack? In many places they are considered to be a menace, as well as eagles, due to their ability to hunt fairly large small game and, at times, that has included small pets. While I feel that is tragic, I don’t think they warrant being called killer birds. For, if that were true, we should surely be called “killer humans”.
Often I show these kind of images to people who cringe and say, “Oh my God that’s horrible.” These are also the people who love slasher movies and Dexter.
Not only do we hunt voraciously and often for pure sport, but we also raise animals for the slaughter, plan the preparations for eating it and then brag about the results.
These birds are efficient, not leaving anything behind and even clean themselves afterwards. See his “beak pick” in the second to last photo? There is no eating for snacks or overeating leading to obesity. They are surviving. We could take a lesson or two.
Cute huh? Adorable I say.
Still cute? Tasty looking I’d say.
No, I am not vegan. Most of the time I can take or leave meat. Sometimes I crave a good burger or pork chop. And who doesn’t love bacon? My point is that I wish humans would stop being so ridiculous, ignoring the truth of who and what we are in the food chain. If we could accept one small part of the truth of life and its process, then perhaps we could learn to accept other fears about life processes that are ridiculous when taken down to the their core. We are all the same in this living, breathing, cellularly connected Existence.
Now, go out and grill some dead animals if you must. Just remember to appreciate and not waste what they gave for you.
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