there are SO many crickets suddenly
i set the dictionary on the floor to refill the coffee cup and when i came back, this.
this one had actually crawled to this spot maybe 3 days ago. it is in the exact Center of the most high traffic area of the house….traveled across many time daily by 2 dogs, a cat and human, once, two humans. in the first hours, i scooted h/ir over to a more quite floor tile near the wood stove, but no…back again. scooted again. back again. so…ok. and somehow everyone managed to walk around h/ir. and there s/he lies in this moment, slowly just falling apart of h/ir own accord.
and this will be a Cloth for the Sandhill Cranes. for Migration. Especially for # 59905468 who traveled 51,100 miles. and i think about the Purpose of Sandhill cranes. they are not critical food sources for predators. they are not generally hunted by human beings. i am thinking about their purpose. the purpose of this really massive migration. where i grew up in Michigan, my dad used to take us to Waterloo Recreation area to watch their Arrival in the Spring. i was absolutely
stunned
my first year in N. Mex. when driving, i heard a sound. my whole body responded to that sound. it was their distinctive call. they have something very singular about their skeletal system, i don't remember, but it is found maybe in only them? or maybe very few birds? When i go to the Festival of the Cranes this year at Bosque del Apache, i will be sure to go to the exhibit that has the skeletan and remember what the Interpreter tells me. i'll come back here and tell you. but, how amazing. i had left their spring nesting grounds and come to the far end of their migratory passage here in the south central Rio Grande valley. but back to the question. what is their Purpose? Raptors and Game Birds, well…yes. But these cranes?
and i started the Judy Martin Dress which really isn't going to be that. i don't know what it is. a jumper. maybe i'll jump. Julie mentioned skipping. ???? don't know. but it has begun.
and an Update on the little boy:
Yvette…Nogal is the spanish word for Walnut. which is his color. in certain light. today, he cried only half a day on and off. Today, his crying was because he wants to nurse. and that somehow makes it better for me to listen to. Because he had become too big and too rough to continue nursing. and he was demanding. Lucky Star had a very hard time limiting him. he was becoming more than she could handle. Rough. he had at the same time become able to impregnate her, his sister, his Aunt and his cousin. if any of them had come into heat, he would have done his business. so…the crying. The other Bucks, Sunny Ray, Tenzen and old Gideon are really very kind and gentle. Way more than i had imagined they would be. So…although in this moment as i write this i can hear him, his warblly whaaa, tomorrow maybe he will have forgotten some, the taste of mother's milk. for sure, in time he will.
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