Wednesday May 28th 2014 Tim
I'd like to say, "There's an Orchard
Oriole in the Orchard." But that would be an error of imaging.
What I call the Orchard is more like a half dozen or so Fire Blighted
trees in various stages of revolt, and they're out there, where the Deer,
the Antelope and the Red Squirrel roam, and they're watched over by Saint Teresa
and peered at by compost piles, so Fire Blight is the least of their concerns. But
if you look at them from Google Earth you will see that they make a
rather nice circle. An intuition on my part that could suggest a
pleading to the great unknown rather than any kind of basic grasp of how
to plan, maintain and prune Trees that produce edible
fruits. Which means that if you're thinking, hammocks, shade and
lazy chairs, and Butterfly flitting from bough to bough, and serenade of
contentment, then you'd be very wrong. Better to imagine the
Orchard as a couple of hundred square feet of sad looking plants that
might recently have been visited by some kind of plague, and with a
breeze from the northwest compost can develop an agricultural aroma.
Which is scent some never learn to fully appreciate.
the Oriole. Some of us have an intense disregard for Cowbirds, and any
dark looking bird that's Cowbird size, is a Cowbird first and
something else second. Of Cowbirds, there is a relationship
between the beak and the eyes, that total troubles me,
especially in the girl Cowbird. There's appalling
sneakiness combined with a sort of superior staring that
puts the creeps into me. Boy Cowbirds are just dumb, they'd
spend their time looking in the mirror and wearing fancy
shoes if they were boy people, but Girl Cowbirds are scary,
and they're kind of in charge of the Cowbird community.
Anyway, in the first part of the morning, it's perhaps
easier to tromp around leaping to conclusions. Then, sometime
around the afternoon a person has a chance to reappraise.
Boy Cowbirds have a rustiness around the head, Boy Orchard
Orioles have a reddishness on his breast. And Girl Orchard
Orioles have a lot of yellow. And there's a big
difference in the attitude between Cowbirds and Orchard
Orioles. Orchard Orioles are shy. All of which means,
"There might have been an Orchard Oriole out there by the
outhouse." Which is definitely exciting for some of us.