... ..bird of pray ....December 20, 2004   High above me, an osprey makes the wind his bitch.  Diving, lifting, circling, stalling.  I haven't seen him flap a wing in the half hour I've been lying on my back watching the sky.  That osprey is having fun without breaking a sweat.  I find myself wishing I knew him.  Running parallel to my eyes' horizon is a telephone wire.  Along its length stands a peck of smallish, dark birds bunched together.  My grandfather told me birds met like this to discuss important matters.  I never see birds on a wire without thinking a conference is in progress.  I turn my head slightly and spot a single smallish, dark bird sitting on the wire some distance from the gathering.  I think this bird did not get the memo. It is good to watch the sky while lying on your back outdoors.  I do this often. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..4th quarter index..|..next

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