End of May

A public library is the most democratic thing in the world. What can be found there has undone dictators and tyrants. —Doris Lessing

I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles. So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries. —Kurt Vonnegut

I am your Countrywoman
I am your fellow Missourian
You don't deserve me.
You don't see me.
I see all of you.
I could make you blossom,
see all the beauty
I could make you grow,
crowd out the pain
I could give your mind a break,
ease your journey
Instead you sit on spikes and 
vibrate the fury
Come with me, follow me,
listen to me
Let's share this 

This morning-
Two flashes of a dream I can't remember
Blasted by Ruthie's Knocking
I'm your Faith Healer
I'm just looking for one Divine Hammer
Sundays..I've been wondering lately, who's going to save me?
A bird hit my car..I think it flew off, I hope..might've been a starling.

Seven?!!

(with one blow)

Happy Birthday my little scientist! xoxox

 

I'm into vultures now and Eugene Grasset

A vulture on board; bald, red, queer-shaped head, featherless red places here and there on his body, intense great black eyes set in featherless rims of inflamed flesh; dissipated look; a business-like style, a selfish, conscienceless, murderous aspect-the very look of a professional assassin, and yet a bird which does no murder.  What was the use of getting him up in that tragic style for so innocent a trade as his?  For this one isn’t the sort that wars upon the living, his diet is offal—and the more out of date it is the better he likes it.  Nature should give him a suit of rusty black; then he would be all right, for he would look like an undertaker and would harmonize with his business; whereas the way he is now he is horribly out of true.    ---Following the Equator, Mark Twain

Grackle time

I woke up this morning with this song playing on loop in my head:

I recently heard it on the radio.   I totally forgot about this song from my past and enjoyed listening to it in my car in the present.  I'm pretty sure I remember thinking it was lame and boring at the time.  I decided today I love it.

Most importantly, I have observed that for the last one or two weeks Grackles are everywhere.  Moving to and fro, populating the bird feeders, swooping down and up, making crazy vocalizations that I imagine were heard during the dinosaur's reign.  I can't decide if I like "Grackle season" or "Grackle time" better.

Found this on wikipedia:
Though the exact mechanism is poorly understood, several studies have examined the ability of the common grackle to interpret the Earth's magnetic field—or in this case, the variability of it. The common grackle, (like most of its Quiscalus siblings) has been found to exhibit a scientifically significant attunation with a dynamic magnetic field.

I like saying it.  Grackle.