Down by the riverside
I heard some motor running and wondered if someone were at the house, got up and looked out the window, but didn't see anyone.
It was 9:15am.
I guess I got six hours of sleep, which is nothing to scoff at. My celex is pretty good at waking me up. I took it when I first woke up earlier and it was light outside.
I took my card out of the reader and put it back in my zoomy camera, unplugged my eee and donned my lovely new coat to keep me toasty warm.
I didn't feel like talking yet, so I just brought along ny camera as I walked into the woods past my car.
I was glad of all the trimming I'd done to reclaim my path down to the river. Some of the larger branches that I'd pushed into the woods were easy game for me to pull them down the path with me. That was an easy way to take them out of the way and put them in the ravine at the edge of the properties.
I was glad that so many pricker vines had been cut. I figure if I come down here every day, I can pull the vines down to the ravine and clean it all up.
The birds are singing quietly. Now that I'm not talking, they are coming around. I hear blue jays, and cardinals, robins, chickadees, sparrows, toehees, and others.
I've got my camera here to record it all. So many little songbirds here now.
I am amazed to be hearing the robins, cardinals, chickadees, etc. So many of them are out there.
I am letting the camera just go on and on with recording.
I wonder what that tiny bird was, a bluegrey gnatcatcher?
I wanted to come down here and just journal. It is nice to just sit. The air is cold on my fingers.
I have been filming it. It's distracing to be filming down here. There are so many birds flying around and singing. It's like may at home when all the birds come back to nest.
I've been down here for awhile now. I guess about half an hour. It's lovely down here.
This is where I grew up, down here at the river where it is so nice. Such a lovely place to be. I don't remember all the birds down here before. It is very calming to be here, though. It's so wonderful to have been raised in this place.
The river has always been so charmed for me. I don't see any birds going to drink from it, but it is a source of lfe to them, I guess.
I suppose I should go back up to the house. My fingers are quite cold.
I've been holding the camera and showing the birds and trying to zoom in on them.
It's an overcast day.
It was 9:15am.
I guess I got six hours of sleep, which is nothing to scoff at. My celex is pretty good at waking me up. I took it when I first woke up earlier and it was light outside.
I took my card out of the reader and put it back in my zoomy camera, unplugged my eee and donned my lovely new coat to keep me toasty warm.
I didn't feel like talking yet, so I just brought along ny camera as I walked into the woods past my car.
I was glad of all the trimming I'd done to reclaim my path down to the river. Some of the larger branches that I'd pushed into the woods were easy game for me to pull them down the path with me. That was an easy way to take them out of the way and put them in the ravine at the edge of the properties.
I was glad that so many pricker vines had been cut. I figure if I come down here every day, I can pull the vines down to the ravine and clean it all up.
The birds are singing quietly. Now that I'm not talking, they are coming around. I hear blue jays, and cardinals, robins, chickadees, sparrows, toehees, and others.
I've got my camera here to record it all. So many little songbirds here now.
I am amazed to be hearing the robins, cardinals, chickadees, etc. So many of them are out there.
I am letting the camera just go on and on with recording.
I wonder what that tiny bird was, a bluegrey gnatcatcher?
I wanted to come down here and just journal. It is nice to just sit. The air is cold on my fingers.
I have been filming it. It's distracing to be filming down here. There are so many birds flying around and singing. It's like may at home when all the birds come back to nest.
I've been down here for awhile now. I guess about half an hour. It's lovely down here.
This is where I grew up, down here at the river where it is so nice. Such a lovely place to be. I don't remember all the birds down here before. It is very calming to be here, though. It's so wonderful to have been raised in this place.
The river has always been so charmed for me. I don't see any birds going to drink from it, but it is a source of lfe to them, I guess.
I suppose I should go back up to the house. My fingers are quite cold.
I've been holding the camera and showing the birds and trying to zoom in on them.
It's an overcast day.