I love that our kids remind me of crows:
An audacious complexity of language keeps them in touch with each other–
warning, informing, reminding, watching.
One generation helps each other & the elders:
“Need help? Here’s a tool. See this hook on the end?
Use it this way then store it here for the next time.”
When danger is spied (or mischief is at hand)
an “assembly” call issues forth;
AND they remember which I love.
-Written by the Nani who is also one of those women who writes so as to remember
I bask in Luke’s talktalktalklaughlaughlaugh.
This is a boy who knows how to converse,
w/ his words highly relevant to their situation
& contingent upon one another. Also, he chortles w/ glee & mischief
like the Barred Owl who engaged us on that dirt road in the woods,
the one who swooped in, perched, peered,
& talked, responding to our “who cooks for you,”
following up on our words & bouncing joy right back.
These pictures were taken by Ray Belding, bird guru and a handy guy with a camera, who called in the Barred Owl on that dirt road by doing his “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?” in a rich baritone, thinking to call in a Pileated Woodpecker who responds to such. Instead, the chatty Barred Owl showed up and stayed for coffee.
Don’t be fooled: that Fox Republican Debate wasn’t such at all. Sound bites all ’round (except for Chris and Rand’s heated back and forth on NSA’s spying capabilities, an issue of substance) Luke and my Barred Owl could give lessons to the whole stage on how talk goes; and the perspective and boost a little joy can give too. (A 420 Character, 9-line poem by Patty)