Spring is itching Goose Lake

Hi everyone,

It’s time for love around Goose Lake, or dating at least. Lately I’ve observed couples of ducks and geese strolling around yards, slyly checking out cozy nesting spots in window boxes and behind hedges. Down on the water, male Canadians are fussing over territory.

Early blooming trees such as plum and Bradford pear are showing off their finery in spite of temperatures that have vacillated from low twenties to high seventies over the past few weeks. Weeds are among us of course. And yesterday I finally spotted the first dandelions.

A handful of robins that overwintered here rather than spend the energy migrating are hopping around with more positive attitudes these days. Surely the worms will soon shake off their winter torpor and come out to give a hungry bird a fighting chance. Any day now I look for the return of the migrating robins from somewhere south, probably Florida, full of berries and looking for love.

By the way. I DID finish the poem yesterday afternoon. Or at least I think I did. I’ll come back to it today and will probably pick at it some but, Jane, I’m about ready to abandon it.

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.

David

Royalty visits Goose Lake

Hi everyone,

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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?

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

ROYALTY

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
https://www.amazon.com/Goose-Lake-Year-Life-ebook/dp/B006MGDDHS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1482100722&sr=8-1&keywords=goose+lake+david+harrison

Goosing the neighborhood.

Hi everyone,
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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!
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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?