Saturday September 10th 2011 Tim Candler
Saw a Cuckoo low across the field and
I heard the Tanager yesterday. It was in the evening and the
Tanager's call was muted. Cedar Mockingbird hides. Field
Sparrows stay close to cover. And we all watch the electric line
for the Doves that sit along it.
For some reason Doves have taken
to a recklessness and have abandoned themselves to what I can only
describe as reluctance to face winter. They are falling like flies
to the visitor. And damn how I wish I could shoot straight enough
to relieve us all of the burden he has put upon us.
The young Dove is an innocent.
He'll stare at you politely as though you were strangers waiting to be
introduced. And then there are portly Doves, who have fed so well in
the time of plenty that flying away is always to be avoided because of the
effort it requires. And anyway, it's a well known fact, raptors like
their food nervous and twittering.
It's about six or seven weeks until
chances of frost. And maybe if it is busy somewhere in town, I can find an
hourly wage. I'll call it aversion therapy.