I was walking around Como Lake (just a big city lake - but really gorgeous in a wonderful park!) with jenett yesterday morning and twice we conversed with the local peregrine falcon - I knew there was one around, but this was really pretty up-close-and-personal. We were standing under the tree it was in then it flew across the lake, and when we got to that side there it was again. This time it didn't fly off right away but we talked to it and it checked us out in turn. VERY cool!
I worked for a summer with the Peregrine Fund - before they came of the endangered list. I was a hack site attendant at Fife's Ridge in the So. Cascades not really all that far from your neck of the woods *GRIN* Hmm that would have been 1991 I think?
in 91 I was living in Astoria, getting married. I think. Could it be?
Peregrines... I don't know if they live around here. We have kited that have moved in in the last few years, and kestrels a plenty, plus the big redtails and of course bald eagles...
Yesterday (this post was subject to a wee bit of lag time) I got to sneak up on a seagull that was scrounging bread out of the back of a pickup. It was so surprised!
And I checked - yep 1991 - I was married that year too (1st marriage, the one my kid is from) and my ex used to hike up to the hacksite with packs full of books *LAUGH* I was there 7 weeks whilst the very first set ever of chicks were released and monitored at that site. We released 7, and 6 made it :)
That's a gorgeous page. Thanks for sharing it. I've long held a special fondness for big old trees and I've taught my little boy to literally hug trees with me. "Treehugger"? Yep, that's me, quite literally, and him now, too.
The quote you posted reminds me of a poem we included in our wedding program:
In Chota Nagput and Bengal the betrothed are tied with threads to mango trees, they marry the trees as well as one another, and the two trees marry each other. Could we do that sometime with oaks or beeches? This gossamer we hold each other with, this web of love and habit is not enough. In mistrust of heavier ties, I would like tree-siblings for us, standing together somewhere, two trees married with us, lightly, their fingers barely touching in sleep, our threads invisible but holding.
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I was walking around Como Lake (just a big city lake - but really gorgeous in a wonderful park!) with jenett yesterday morning and twice we conversed with the local peregrine falcon - I knew there was one around, but this was really pretty up-close-and-personal. We were standing under the tree it was in then it flew across the lake, and when we got to that side there it was again. This time it didn't fly off right away but we talked to it and it checked us out in turn. VERY cool!
I worked for a summer with the Peregrine Fund - before they came of the endangered list. I was a hack site attendant at Fife's Ridge in the So. Cascades not really all that far from your neck of the woods *GRIN* Hmm that would have been 1991 I think?
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Peregrines... I don't know if they live around here. We have kited that have moved in in the last few years, and kestrels a plenty, plus the big redtails and of course bald eagles...
Yesterday (this post was subject to a wee bit of lag time) I got to sneak up on a seagull that was scrounging bread out of the back of a pickup. It was so surprised!
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And I checked - yep 1991 - I was married that year too (1st marriage, the one my kid is from) and my ex used to hike up to the hacksite with packs full of books *LAUGH* I was there 7 weeks whilst the very first set ever of chicks were released and monitored at that site. We released 7, and 6 made it :)
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The quote you posted reminds me of a poem we included in our wedding program:
In Chota Nagput and Bengal
the betrothed are tied with threads to mango trees, they marry the trees as well as one another, and
the two trees marry each other.
Could we do that sometime with oaks
or beeches? This gossamer we
hold each other with, this web
of love and habit is not enough.
In mistrust of heavier ties,
I would like tree-siblings for us,
standing together somewhere, two
trees married with us, lightly, their
fingers barely touching in sleep,
our threads invisible but holding.
-- William Meredith, Partial Accounts
Thanks again, S!
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