Tuesday, January 28, 2014
I am back home, where it never snows and temperatures are always (in Centigrade)between the 20s and about 32, which means small animals and birds can always hang out. So, pre noon, I hear a knock knock and know for sure it's a woodpecker. I rush out to see if I can spy it. My rushing scares of a small bird who I notice only from the corner of my eye (and hence could not identify). In a tree across from where I stand, I see first one and then a second tree pie, in their sandalwood and white plumage. An oh-so elegant racket-tailed drongo sits lower down, his feathers glossy black that it's almost midnight blue--much glossier than I remember--his beautiful tail quivering. Ah the bird life. It's nice to be back.