Kavanaugh and the Gray-cheeked Thrush and what we don’t know in this time of a mad dog presidency. A juxtaposition. (420 character 9-line poem by Patty)

Kava-Nope and the Gray-cheeked Thrush: I was reading about the former whilst a migrating latter crashed into our window, immediately rendering him a candidate for the taxidermist. So too the former?

I wish I’d recognized the nocturnal flight call of the reclusive Gray-cheeked Thrush

before he collided w/ my window.

A mystery bird, a sub-Arctic breeder about whom not much is known.

(who gets to eastern Siberia?)

I didn’t note him amongst a mixed thrush flock gorging grapes & crab apples.

More spider decals might’ve warned him off.

I feel that way about deterring Judge Kavanaugh too.

I needed more information!

I wish.


Note from Patty:

The Trump administration held back more than 100,000 pages of documents related to Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh’s service because the White House and the Department of Justice alleged they were protected by constitutional privilege.

We just don’t know what we don’t know about this man nominated by our amoral, mad dog president. I DO know that I don’t trust one thing that he does.

And back to my poor dead Gray-cheeked Thrush:

“ …its shyness and seclusiveness, its habit of breeding in only the most inaccessible places, and its almost unbroken silence during most of the year have kept the taxonomic, distributional, and life-history facts concerning it in mystery so long that [the Gray-cheeked Thrush] has been correctly regarded as one of the least known of American passerine birds.” G. J. Wallace (1939: 218)

Unexpected joy. Carolina Wren infants remind me that we need to always plan for the future generations.

Guy Clark sings “Trust Your Cape.” Barnacle Geese babies heed him. & I think about risk. (A 420 character 9 liner w/ music & sketches & youTubes!)

(These Barnacle Goose goslings trusted their cape and made the leap.)

My 420:

Rappelling isn’t the right word for it,

but I do take risks

& reap the unseen opportunities that open up as a result.

Some of my key teaching strategies are ones that evolved

as I experimented with inklings (pun intended)

based on my own literacy practices

but not already codified in traditional lesson plans.

Are they in the same league as the risk taken by the goslings?

No, but often they felt like I was rappelling.


The the adults can only wait at the scree where food awaits the bouncing tumblers.