FOG:THE SILENT MOVIE

DONEGAL BROWNE

If It's Not One Thing...

...it's another. Well dear readers, I'm down with a technical problem.


Yeah, he's back eating snow, but at least it's not yellow.

HOPE TO BE BACK TOMORROW!

Donegal Browne

Open Water and Secret Lives

There is a dam with a spill that creates Trippe Lake. And though it is bitter cold, below that rushing water, and because of it, there is open water below the damn.


And the birds make use of it. It's not just the big geese that swim around like the three above in frigid water, but also the little birds work the area for sustenance.

See the very thin ice near the edges? When the birds first step up they crack through the ice and then their webbed feet so handy for swimming, enable them by their width, to walk on thinner ice than one would think.

The second goose reaches sturdy ice and postures while the first preens the ice crystals off his feathers.

The second approaches the first, head down and touches him with her head.

The head and neck go over her into a kind of warmth sharing goose hug. Look carefully and you'll see three pairs in variations of the goose hug. With the male intertwining his mate and sharing his warmth with her.

And to think that some people find them nothing but a nuisance. These are creatures who mate for life and sometimes fade and die for no other reason than their mate has died before them.

Look. Some of the other geese, in the case of each pair, turn and watch the couples embrace. I wonder why?

When I pulled up to the house, I noticed that someone, no make it two someones had been walking on my roof.

And look at that, there are TWO crows in the tree above the house. Imagine that.

After stowing the car and my things, I looked out the back. And there was a Crow who noticed me immediately but wait, look at the branch underneath him. See the legs. There is the second Crow eating something.

The top Crow is off, cawing. But the second, mostly obscured, continues his meal.

He then makes his way to his previous partner's perch and continues pulling at something he'd carried up with him.

Another bite,

and then he too looks my way and is gone.

Donegal Browne