Sometimes it’s nice to change the scene

Hi everyone,

Yesterday I spent most of the time sitting in the living room in a favorite chair by a window. I was revising a manuscript and didn’t need to be working at the keyboard. I loved the break from the routine. I held a pad on my lap and used a pencil to snip and tuck away. Occasionally I would come in here to type in my edits or pause for coffee or snacks. Okay, one time it wasn’t coffee, but that was later in the afternoon.

Next week looks mostly open so I look forward to my chair by the window then too. From that seat I have a great view of Goose Lake. A week ago we were visited by a bald eagle. Yesterday we had three swans. As you well know, I’ll never grow tired of watching the residents and visitors going about their business.

The devil is in the details

Hi everyone,

Padding through the house this morning, I paused to appreciate the view of Goose Lake in the early light. It’s a scene I’ve observed countless times. I’m familiar with everything on the patio, the lawn beyond, the leafless trees of winter . . .

But this morning something was different. Do you see it? Out there beneath the hackberry tree? Let me blow it up for you. Please excuse the quality. Satchel Paige said, “Don’t look back. Something might be gaining on you.” I would add, if you’re a bird, “Don’t look down. Something might be waiting for you.”

Have a good day everyone.


Avoiding cold feet

Hi everyone,

When the sun comes up over ice, you get a different perspective because ice is a better reflector than water. I won’t bombard you with sunrises but yesterday’s was splendid.

Later in the day I went grocery shopping and when I stopped at a residential intersection, I noticed a crow sitting calmly on the ground and not inclined to be bothered by my car stopped a few yards away. It looked like a pedestrian waiting to cross. Down came my window and up went my phone camera. 20161218_135534_resized On my return trip the bird was gone so I pulled up and took a picture of where it had been.

I know that crows are smart and this one gave me an example. Either the air beneath that cover was warmer than the ambient temperature, or the metal suited its feet more than the surrounding patches of snow. Either way I was impressed.

The crafty crow can be quite canny
Finding ways to warm its fanny.

Royalty visits Goose Lake

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Frozen lake day. Birds have tiptoed across the ice but mostly they stick together on land or in the corner of the lake where a natural spring keeps the water from freezing. It gets crowded in that small space with many more birds than usual pressed together. It would be like shooting ducks in a tub, so to speak.

When I look off through my hackberry tree on the left with binoculars, I can see another creature that agrees sitting silently in a tree on the opposite bank. A Bald Eagle prefers fish, but some of those ducks look plump and easy. See it?


I’m reminded of the eagle poem in my e-book GOOSE LAKE. Here’s the prose segment followed by the poem.


Last night snow wove a thin white sweater. Today is oyster gray. The sun through a peephole is a pale pearl lying cold in the shell. Gusts of starlings blur the air from limb to ground in search of unfrozen water.

An eagle dives from the sky, startling five crows from a hackberry tree. The swan seems not to notice. Geese and ducks continue their aimless drifting and smaller birds carry on with their business.

But all eyes acknowledge the white-headed king that misses nothing from its limb in the hackberry tree.

Streaks down the lake, turns,
swoops back, lands on high limb,
studies the water with baleful stare,

settles to wait, but soon,
bored, changes trees,

quickly disappointed,
swirls into the sky,
soars higher, disappears,

leaves an unexpected
hole in the day
the size of an eagle.

(c) David L. Harrison

Goosing the neighborhood.

Hi everyone,
Thanks to all who came to my blog party. It was another nice opportunity to see old friends and become better acquainted with other guests.20161217_154110_resized This is a busy time of year so I know it was hard to find a few moments to drop by, and yet you did. I feel blessed to know so many talented people!
Meanwhile, as we chatted around the fireplace and shared good cheer, the denizens of Goose Lake were out paying our neighbors a call. You can see why I named the lake for them. Is this nice or what?