Showing posts with label Venting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Venting. Show all posts

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Flying Free

DSC_0266 My Front Door

It’s just a simple front door yet for me it is the door to my freedom. After nine months of being afraid to go out that door due to a threatening upstairs tenant I am finally free! I can finally walk out my door without fear of intimidation or reprisals. The tenant moved out on the 4th of July giving even more meaning to Independence Day for me. In the days that followed I often found myself crying for what I thought was no reason but now realize it was just relief that it was finally over. So it was that on this past Sunday night I found myself yearning for a walk, and while I often walk to the bog which is out the back door and behind my house, tonight I wanted to go for a walk into town.

I took off my flip-flops; laced up my sneakers, and boldly stepped out my front door into the muggy gray summer’s evening. Though it was after 7:30 PM there was still enough light for me to see and to walk. I did not take my binoculars or camera. In all ways I just wanted to be free. At this time of night on a Sunday evening the traffic is relatively light as I walk down the street towards town. I pass a park where children play soccer while family and friends watch. The cement sidewalk beneath my feet is shifted this way and that from frost heaves and tree roots. I must be aware of my feet or I will stumble and fall. I look at the houses around me, admiring the New England Architecture. I try to take it all in and absorb the feeling of this place. A little ways past the soccer field I come to a stone bridge that crosses the Shawsheen River which meanders lazily below. I feel that tranquility permeate my being as I walk on.

Down Main Street I stroll gazing constantly around me. Green trees tower over the street, over the rooftops, framing the sky. I hear the twittering of chimney swifts and look up to see them fluttering through the bits of open sky. Though their flight looks so erratic, it is also swift; thus their name and I feel as if my heart were flying up there with them. For most of the rest of my way home I will hear their cheerful twitters as I walk. Could it be that they are celebrating their freedom as I am?

I turn on Harding Street to High Street and then head home past Sacred Heart Park. The night is advancing now to twilight and I must hurry back. I feel the sweat beading up on me from all the humidity in the air. When I walk past the Soccer Fields of Sacred Heart Park I see a flock of robins searching for worms in the fading light. I am still amazed that I am walking free, that I can come back home to my own front door and open it and step through and be safe. And whenever I want to I can open the door and fly free again.

I intend to take many more walks now. Next time I will bring both bins and camera and record what I see. I feel I can finally get to know this town I live in, and perhaps get back to being myself.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

It's Been a Long Time

It's been awhile since I have posted, but not from lack of stories to tell or photos I have taken. When blogger went down over a week ago my computer got infested with a horrible virus that stripped away my Picture Project Photo files and my Live Writer with all the stories I had ready to go. Until my computer is cleaned and restored, I cannot use it to blog or do anything. I have a tech scheduled to come on Monday and we will see what happens.

Meanwhile, I am currently down at my Mother's house in Colchester, CT after having hurt my back earlier this week. I spent Monday in the emergency room and then my Mom drove up to Massachusetts to help me out. On Wednesday I had to appear in court for a case involving a person who has threatened me. He pleaded guilty to the charges and was let out on probation, so I decided it was best to leave town for a few days.Thus, this is why you have not heard from me and I have not been writing! So sorry, because I miss you all and I miss blogging.

The truth is, I have been in too much pain to watch birds all week until this morning. I fell asleep last night to the gentle sound of rain outside and awoke to the sweet songs of birds singing. I hobbled to the kitchen window with my cane and gazed out through the wavy glass at cardinals, catbirds and sparrows. This afternoon I saw a white-crowned sparrow for the first time ever in Connecticut. My Connecticut Life List is now up to 117 species! Yay! 

I don't know if I will be able to go beyond my Mother's yard while I am here and I did not bring my camera because it hurts my back to even lift it. I hope to be well soon and be back to birding as normal. I am thankful for this chance to use my Mother's computer but I cannot sit here for long. Just know that you are all in my thoughts and I am still in good spirits and I still love the birds!

One nice thing happened in the past month is I was the featured blogger for Birding Blogs.com. Dawn Fine did an excellent job and you can read her article: Featured Poet-Bird-Blogger by clicking on the link.

Monday, March 7, 2011

A Desert Bird in the Northern Forest

Rock Wren Jan 5, 2008 g Rock Wren by Gusto! 1-5-2008 Corona de Tucson, AZ
Once there was a little bird who lived in the desert. Her life was sunshine and cactus, flowers and birds. It was a happy place, and this little bird loved it there. She would bounce on her little Rock Wren legs and trill her happy Rock Wren whistle. She lived in her desert home with her husband bird and once in awhile her little grandson bird came for a visit. Then the Gramma bird would show him all the wonders of the desert, and bake him seed cakes, and read him stories. All was right with the world and words could not express her happiness. But then one day the husband bird came home from work and told her that his job was being transferred to the Great Northern Forest. The little bird was sad to leave all her Desert Bird Friends, but at the same time, she thought it would be a Great Adventure. Besides, didn’t her family and her other grandchildren live in the Great Northern Forest? So, the little bird and her husband bird packed up their stuff, said good-bye to their little grandson, and flew to the Great Northern Forest.
 
When the Little Desert Birds arrived in the Forest the first thing they needed to do was find a place to live. The Husband Bird did not want it to be too far from work because he knew a flight in the snows of winter could be dangerous. Through a mutual friend the Little Bird heard of a nest available in a three nest tree called the Tall Tree Apartments. The husband bird and the little bird went for an inspection. Though it was a bit older tree with outdated décor, the little bird was happy that it had a sun porch and a fireplace to keep her warm and cozy on those cold winter nights. It was only a short distance to the Husband Bird’s job and located in a very nice section of the forest with quaint old homes and huge Bird Mansions. A quiet river flowed through this section of the forest and large, stately trees lined the paths. They decided to take it and they signed the lease.
 
Moving day came quickly and the little birds were busy unpacking and trying to settle in. The desert birds had met the upstairs neighbors. One was a quiet old Bachelor Bird who was kind and good. He was a pleasant sort of fellow with soft gray plumage. His nest was above the Desert Birds in the back, while in the front a pair of Starlings had set up residence. The Starlings seemed like decent folks until the day came for the Desert Birds to hang their bird phone line. Then the male starling got angry with the Bird Line Technician. He thought he owned the tree and the lines and he did not want the Line Technician to touch “his” phone lines! So, he flew at him squawking and pecking. Such vulgar words came from his beak in such a loud and angry manner. The Husband Bird was gone and the poor Little Desert Bird knew not what to do. She had never seen anyone get so loud and vulgar before. She wanted to call the Landlord Bird or the Crow Squad but, her husband told her not to. And so she stayed inside her nest until it was time for her to examine the work that was done. When she went outside the nest hole the Starling was waiting for her. “I’ve never been talked to like that before,” he said, pointing at the Line Technician and waiting expectantly for her sympathy. But the Desert Bird did not agree with the Starling and she certainly did not want to get into an argument with him. So she hurried past with barely a twitter and went safely into her nest.
 
However, the male Starling was angry that the little bird did not talk to him or acknowledge him. He decided to lay in wait for her, and so he did. He waited and waited and waited. He rolled his bundle of nesting material right up to the door of their nest hole so they could not easily get out. The husband bird thought it was odd, but the little desert bird thought it was perhaps an accident. She did not believe the Starling did it on purpose. Then one day the Starling started banging on the outside of their nest hole. The Husband Bird went to the door to inquire what the starling wanted. The scraggly black Starling puffed himself up and said, “Where’s your wife? I tried to talk to her all day! Your wife dismissed me the other day when she was outside! If you are going to jack with me, I am going to jack with you!” And he got louder with every chirp!
 
The poor little Desert Bird sat trembling inside her nest hole. She did not know he was even so angry with her and she was now terrified that the mean old Starling would not only be upset with her but that he would threaten to harm her. She called the Landlord Bird and he talked to the Starling and all settled down for a few weeks. The Desert Birds tried to be friendly to the pair of Starlings, and while the female bird would smile and say “Hi” when they saw her outside, the male bird just grunted and flew away.
 
Autumn was upon them now and the little Desert Bird enjoyed the changing of the leaves and the coolness in the air. She took numerous trips to visit family and friends in other parts of the forest. She visited the Nomad Birds who travel around the country visiting new places all the times. A sort of peace settled on the forest and the Tall Tree Apartments until one day just before the Feast of the Autumn Harvest.
 
That day the little Desert Bird spent all day in the forest gathering seeds and nuts for her Harvest Feast. She was so excited because the one of her grown chicks was coming to visit along with his nestlings and his prospective new nest partner. With her little basket full of seeds, berries and grubs the little desert bird flew home and entered her nest hole. Suddenly she heard terrible screeching and banging! The Starlings over her head were going at each other with such force that the poor Desert Bird feared the male starling would break the neck of the female Starling. She sat trembling and wondering what to do. Just as she was about to call the Crow Squad to come, for they are the Defenders of the Forest,  she saw the female Starling fly away from the Tall Tree Apartments. Instead, she called the Landlord Bird to let him know what was going on. The Landlord Bird said he would have a word with the male Starling and try to settle him down, but within 3 minutes of her hanging up her tree phone she heard terrible pounding as the Starling raced down the tree trunk and beat at her door. The little Desert Bird grabbed her tree phone and answered the door. The big black Starling spread his wings and blocked the door. He lowered his head and roared in his loudest bird voice, “You want to be making phone calls? You got something to say to me? That’s the last time you jack with me!” and he moved menacingly towards her.
 
The little Desert Bird slammed her door and frantically called the Crow Squad. Within 3 minutes they were there with their alarm caws ringing through the forest. They flew to the branch in front of the Starlings’ hole and pounded on his door and rang his tree bell but he did not answer and he would not answer or come down. Because the female Starling had left, the crows did not have the authority to enter his nest hole, but they told the little Desert Bird to fly to the Great oak Tree and seek relief from the Ravens and the Wise Old Owl. So, the next day the Desert Birds went to find the Great Oak Tree together. In the branches of the Great Oak they appealed to the Wise Old Owl for a protection order. While the Wise Old Owl listened sympathetically, he told them he could not grant it because the Starling had only threatened them 2 times. He had to threaten them one more time in order for the owl to grant them a Protection Order. That was how the law was written, and he must follow the law.
 
And so the Desert Birds went home. Their once peaceful little nest now became a place of terror. The little Desert Bird feared stepping out her door and encountering the angry Starling. The Starling continued to harass the Desert Birds. He played his bird music very loud and sang the vulgar words so loudly early on the morning of the Feast of Autumn Harvest that they could hear it in their nest below. It woke up the sleeping nestlings who were visiting and gave the parents a headache. He turned the bass up loudly so that the whole tree throbbed. He did his best to make life as miserable as possible for the two little Desert Birds. The two desert birds really started to miss their desert home and the peace and quiet they felt there. The little Rock Wren felt her bounce leaving her legs and her happy whistle was diminished.
 
rock wren g Rock Wren 1-5-2008 by Gusto!
How will this story end? Who knows? Will the Starling win in his Reign of Terror or will there be relief for the Desert Birds? Only time will tell, and those days have not passed yet.
 
(Note: Sorry I have not been around to visit everyone. Been busy painting my apartment and trying to catch up on a few things. Stuff is going on but I will try to get around and visit everyone soon. I hope to write a happy ending to this story one day.)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

My Favorite Things

 

1. My Favortie Mug1.  My Favorite Coffee Mug. I won this for an Earth Day Writing contest at Weber State University in Utah. It was made by a student artist and has a matching saucer.

Yesterday was quite the day around here with more drama than I care for. However, earlier in the day I drove to New Hampshire and stopped in at the Ritz Camera store there to find out what was up with my camera.  I have had trouble with my lens for a while but have always been able to overcome it. Now it seems that no matter what I do, it keeps giving me an error message saying it can’t find the lens. When it does this, it will not focus or take a picture. The camera guy, Tim, checked it out and the problem is definitely in my lens and not the camera body. It is my 70—300mm lens with auto focus and Vibration Reduction.  It is the one I use all the time for my bird photography. To send it out and get it repaired will take 6 – 8 weeks and could cost around $200. To buy a new lens will cost around $600! I have not yet decided what to do.

3. Bonnie 2. One of My Favorite Cats. Sweet Bonnie Blue Eyes in a soft light 2-8-11

However, one good thing that happened was Tim showed me how to play with a few more of the controls on my camera. So, in an effort to overcome the doldrums I changed the lens to the 18-70mm lens. Then, I walked around my apartment today photographing my favorite things and playing with the settings. Warning: I am about to go all Rogers and Hammerstein on you and show you “…a few of my Favorite Things,” because, “then I don’t feel so bad!”

2. My favorite blanket 3. My Favorite Blanket when I am cold. Yes, it is faux fur but it always warms me up!

4. Painting 4. My Favorite Story Painting: I used to volunteer at an art gallery in Ogden, Utah. I saw this painting every day for a month and finally decided to buy it for my 50th birthday. I never grow weary of it. I like the soft colors and the story that it tells.

5. teapot close-up 5. My Favorite Close-up of the teapot. I love the way the artist painted this teapot. I think it is what made me fall in love with the painting. Artist: Heather Heath

6. Swans 6. My Favorite Swan Sculpture given to me as a going away present by my dear friends and neighbors from the Clearfield, UT cul de sac. I miss you all so! You know who you are!

7. Cardboard art 7. My Favorite Cardboard Bas Relief by Kathie Brown. Yes, I made this in art class at the University of Maine at Presque Isle. Though it is simple,it is one of my favorite pieces. I like how it came out and the memory it brings to my mind of swinging on the rope swing at my great grandmother’s house in Colchester, CT.

7. Idaho 8. My Favorite Painting by Idaho Artist Velma Metcalf. My sweet husband bought me this when we lived up in the Great Lost River Valley over 20 years ago now. I like how she painted the sky and the tree.

8. King Mountain 9. My Favorite Painting of My Favorite Mountain in Idaho-King Mountain in springtime. I painted this myself as part of a series in 1999. It is 1 of 4 and is acrylic on canvas.

9. My favorite place to sit 10. One of My Favorite Places to sit and write or drink a cup of tea and eat my breakfast.  It is in the Hearthroom where I can light a fire on a cold winter’s day and be warm and cozy! In the afternoon, when the sun is shining, it streams in through these western windows.

10. collection11. A Favorite Collection: Pottery jug bought from the same art gallery in Ogden, also for my 5oth birthday, Vermillion flycatcher painting by me, glass vase given to me for mother’s day by my son and his wife, pottery horse by my daughter, old ceramic horse found in the attic long ago, swan ornament, small pottery dish by Kathi Hutton from the Flock whom I met at the New River Birding Festival 2 years ago; the owl painted on a gourd is another gift from the same trip. All of these things have powerful memories and make me smile. Oh, and this whole collection is housed in the most fabulous bookcase made for me by my daughter in her woodworking class when she was in high school! With the help of her father and brothers she surprised me with this one Christmas when we were still living in Utah! Just looking at all of this makes me feel so rich and so blessed. I have a wonderful family and the BEST friends in the world!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Winter Weary

Carolina Wren 2-1-11

Carolina Wren 2-1-11

I have tried to maintain a positive attitude since moving here.  It has been pleasant to see maple trees and northern forests again. I have loved seeing the restless ocean and quiet New England lakes. Gus and I are both enjoying seeing our families again. Visiting family and going on birding adventures has already taken us many places around new England. Some are old and familiar, and some are new places to explore.  My bird lists were growing for each state, and then the winter storms hit. One after another in snow that is measured in feet, not inches. Suddenly I find myself with cabin fever feeling lost and trapped. Suddenly I am wondering, where do I really belong?  Where would I live if money were no object and our place of residence was not tied to a job?

This is not an easy decision to make since it is not mine alone.  I am married to Gus and, like most couples, what we like is often at opposite ends of the spectrum! He likes the ocean, I like the mountains, he likes modern and contemporary, I often like rustic. He likes metal and glass, I like the warmth of wood. However, we both like the Sonoran Desert, and right now I am really missing that sunshine and warmth! And the birds! I am missing my desert birds! I am missing hummingbirds in winter and Sandhill Cranes by the thousands!

But, when I moved in here, I made a promise to myself that I would not waste all my time “here” pining for “there.” And so, I have tried to enjoy my life as it is. I set up my bird feeders, found new places to bird, and went exploring. But, then we started having problems with one of our neighbors.  While I cannot go into details, it has involved the court system and the police. On top of all this, the winter storms have worn me down. This is why sometimes you do not hear from me. I hope there will be a resolution sometime soon, but until then, I am just trying to muddle through. Having you, my blogging friends, really helps. Many times your comments cheer me on a gloomy day. I know the sun will shine and flowers will bloom again.  At least, that is what I tell myself when I am out shoveling after yet another storm.

“I do believe in flowers, I do believe in flowers,…and I do believe in hope!

By the Way, I just want to introduce you to my friend Kathryn’s Blog: My Mountain Green. Kathryn has been my friend for over 12 years. She was my first Birding Buddy and we used to go out birding together in Utah and Arizona. Kathryn has been a faithful reader of my blog and I wondered how long it would take for her to start her own! Well, she has finally done it and you will not believe what bird showed up in her backyard recently! Go take a look!

Also, poetry is happening over at Kathie’s Poet Tree. I’ve been writing poems about being Winter Weary.  Imagine that! A new poem is up and more are set to post in the next few weeks.

My Mountain Green

Kathie’s Poet Tree

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Dear Blogging Friends,

I purchased more photo space on Picasa Web Albums last night because I took a walk yesterday and I have many nice photos to upload and show you.  However, it takes up to 24 hours for the storage space to activate.  I just tried a few minutes ago and it still says I am out of my 1 GB of storage space. I have the post written and the photos uploaded onto my computer.  As soon as blogger will let me, I will finish the post and upload it!

It has been very hard to be disconnected from my blog.  I am so eager to get back at it on a regular basis. To make matters worse, when I tried to upload from blogger-in-draft they had a whole new format and it did not appear as if there was a link to upload photos from my computer. There were just 3 links (I thought) to upload from "this blog," "Picasa web albums" or "a url." I did NOT want to have to start uploading all my photos into Picasa and then access them from there. My time is precious and I need this to be simple and easy.  I am not a techie so when things go wrong with my computer it freaks me out. Anyways, I was writing my blogger eptitath when I tried again. I clicked on the upload images link and looked again.  There was a link that just said "upload" and to the right of it was a window and a buttton with the word "browse" on it. I clicked on the browse button on a whim and it brought up access to the files on my computer!  Hurray!  Now, I did go to the blogger Help Forum and read all kinds of answers about how to "work around this problem."  One person even suggested they would go get a Word Press blog.  There were suggestions to go back to the old format (if you know how to do that) or try a different browser or computer (why would that matter?). Still, I don't think it should be this complicated and no one ever said, "Oh, we changed the format. Just click on the browse button next to the "upload" link and it will give you access to the files on your computer." That SIMPLE answer would save many people frustration!!!!!!!!!!! (and tears).

So, Now I just have to wait (I hope) and soon new photos and old will be posting once again.

BTW, I wrote this whole post out to hopefully save someone else from all this frustration that I have experienced today. And just to vent. Whining makes me feel better! (and no, I do not want any cheese with my whine!) I so want to get back to blogging on a regular basis!

As for the birds, my feeders are up and the little birdies are visiting me on a regular basis now.  I am so happy!

Kathie