The pair of eagles
returning early to ride
our foothill thermals
elicits surprise:
‘what do they know that we don’t?’
we agree to say.
No water, no place
to fish in a four-year drought—
it must be something.
The pair of eagles
returning early to ride
our foothill thermals
elicits surprise:
‘what do they know that we don’t?’
we agree to say.
No water, no place
to fish in a four-year drought—
it must be something.
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The Big One is on it’s way….
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Usually we don’t see the Bald Eagles until after we get a good rain. Supposed to be dry in the Pacific Northwest.
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I have had a feeling for a couple of months now that we are going to get a lot of rain. I hope El Nino comes through this time, because we really need it!
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A pair of eagles always means something good.
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Good! They’re fairly rare here, especially the past few years. The grace of such huge birds flying together, playing actually, fills me with awe and that’s always good.
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Keep your cats indoors!
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Historical note about the Flood of 1867 in Visalia, ‘the chickens starved in the limbs of trees.’
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There are so many signs in nature….
many that we have forgotten how to read!
Hope you get some rain, but not so much that everything floats away!
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We do like to see it really storm, watch the creek overrun its banks, but practically speaking, we don’t need that much rain. Like always, we’ll take what we get.
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Very nice John
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Thanks, Tim. A photo op to be sure, but they were closer than my camera, two mature adults having fun.
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You’re welcome
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