"In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still. When I hear it resounding through the woods, and then the five black pellets of its song dropping like stones into the air, I know I am standing on the edge of the mystery, in which terror is naturally and abundantly part of life, part of even the most becalmed, intelligent, sunny life--as for example, my own. The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live, too. There is only one world."
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures

Friday, August 4, 2017

Goldfinch Bath

Some birds stop my little stream by to get a drink of water, maybe dip their toes in and splash a little at the edges. The Goldfinch really go for it. They jump in, soak and splash. Often times they will hop out, fluff dry and feather tend in the sun - then cannonball back in and do it all over again. It must feel really good.

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