We had too much local cloud cover last night to get a glimpse of the Quadrantid Meteor Shower. Today's clearing skies offer hope for a better view tonight / tomorrow morning, but wind chill and resulting heavy coats, scarfs and hats may make it a challenge to stand still and look up during tomorrow's early (4 am) dog walk. Seeing that Boston is experiencing rain with temperatures in the low 40's makes me only a little nostalgic for my place of origin.
|Male Cardinal at tray feeder|
Photo by J. Harrington
Owls have also been conspicuous by their local absence. The bat box doesn't seem to have worked well, but maybe we could try an owl nesting box to attract more owls to the area, although, if squirrels were more nocturnal, or owls hunted more in the daytime, I'd expect the gray and red rodent abundance we have to be tempting.
The King of Owls
It is said that playing cards were invented in 1392 to cure the French king, Charles VI, of madness. The suits in some of the first card packs consisted of Doves, Peacocks, Ravens, and Owls.
They say I am excitable! How couldI not scream? The Swiss monk’s tonsurespun till it blurred yet his eyes were still.I snapped my gaiter, hard, to stuff backmy mirth. Lords, he then began to speak.Indus catarum, he said, presenting the game of cardsin which the state of the world is excellent describedand figured. He decked his mouthas they do, a solemn stitch, and left cardsin my hands. I cast them down.What need have I for amusement?My brain’s a park. Yet your companyplucked them from the ground and began to play.Lords, I wither. The monk spoke right,the mealy wretch. The sorry patterns showthe deceiving constructions of your minds.I have made the Deuce of Ravens my swordfalling through your pillows and rising,the wing blades still runningwith the jugular blood. Your bodies lurchthrough the steps of an unpleasant dance.No lutes play. I have silenced the lutes!I keep watch in the clipped, convulsed garden.I must have silence, to hear the messenger’s footfallin my brain. For I am the King of Owls.Where I float no shadow falls.I have hungers, such terrible hungers, you cannot know.Lords, I sharpen my talons on your bones.
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