Sunday August 26th 2012 Tim
Always nice to get there when the car park is
still lonely. I saw the Nightjar who haunts the old house that was
probably sold along with the land, which is what happens when people
reach for fulfillment. The house still has it's window frames and
the trees, older than any of us. There is low pressure sodium
street lighting, and rarely are there night insects to be seen there. I
have heard him often, but this time I could see him swinging this way
and that, from one lamp to the next, and I'd like to think he was giving
me another reason to think of him as Whippoorwill. A big treat for
me, until Pic-A-Stick and Raggedy Ann pulled up. Their halogens
straight in the eye.
Then when I got home, that
Effing Merlin flew into the porch window. Knocked himself senseless
for at least one minute. I could see his large talons. His cruel
eye, and his beak was open, so I could see his tongue, I guess. The
feathers on his head, and the breadth of his wings, like a fighter plane.
It's a bright yellow skin he has on his feet. And when I realized he
was young, just learning, I felt a tiny, tiny bit sorry for him. A
more agile mind might have caught a photo of him as he hobbled back into the
air. Only afterwards did I think of it.