not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

does the redwing blackbird really know what it is it is doing?

do you?





me neither.


but i love the redwing blackbird.

11 comments:

  1. perhaps if i am quiet here i can manage here. we`ll see.

    but if you write something in this comment box, please, have it be of the world, not me.

    xo
    erin

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  2. :) i`ve wondered about you. you are going through something.

    and you`re not following the rules! :)

    xo
    erin

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  3. I have become a new grandmother! So many possibilities.

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  4. lenge siden sist, men nå er du med en flott serie tilbake !

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  5. wonder if the red wing black bird is recognized by the black bird the crow, the raven? they're all cognizant of their presence. wonder what their cognition is like compared to me?

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  6. know what I'm doin'?,,,I wonder sometimes. I do like the redwing blackbird and some other things of the world,,, will that work :) reckon??

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  7. The redwing reminds me of my childhood. Seeing it on top of the Indian Paintbrush in the marsh, listening to that sound...the sound of the universe, coming through, loud and clear. Telling us that knowing isn't as important as being.

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  8. Love, love, love these photos, ms. thang. ;-) I've had a Mockingbird harassing me and all my cats for weeks. She sits on the fence outside my kitchen door and bitches, bitches, bitches when we're outside. I finally figured out what it was all about. One of my Azalea bushes is covered in blackberries (my wild yard) and the bird was trying to keep us away from them. I laughed and laughed at her moxie when I finally figured it out. I got one small handful of berries for myself and left the rest for her. She made me think of how I protect my chocolates. ;-) xoxo

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  9. I always thought the RWB was just a highway bird... like some crazy barbed wire road voyeur. Now they've moved into my backyard. WTF?!

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))