"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

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Estero Llano Grande

A set from today for the Pauraque hunters from Bloomington, Indiana.



Tricolor Heron

Be well. Keep your nose to the grindstone. - Gunnar


Redwing said...

Keep my nose to the grindstone? Do I have to?

Gunnar Berg said...

The couple I met at Alligator were still working. Kid in college, etc. The posting was mostly for them. And you folks. Still in Arizona?

Anonymous said...

We are in Australia for two weeks on a cruise ship- It’s been great so far.