I was in a dream when I heard my name, “The Sacramento starts in Mt. Shasta, up by where Rebeca lives.” I had fallen asleep during our tour of the rice fields only to come back to the living when I heard my name. Then I saw it on the right, I gasped. X sawContinue reading “great blue heron in flight”
Category Archives: bird bitch
Until the hunter
I come sit at the bar and it’s already the bottom of the first, but I couldn’t get away from the office in time. It’s the Tigers @ Seattle elimination game of the ALDS. And as much as I am into the game…I see it. As a birder, my mind is trained to see aContinue reading “Until the hunter”
The Horse Fire or Migratory Patterns
Friday was the seventh anniversary of the Carr Fire, and as it has been all the years I’ve lived here, a vegetation fire ignited close by. It’s as if the land remembers and its memories become hot embers which ignite a fire all over again. It happens for us, why couldn’t it happen for theContinue reading “The Horse Fire or Migratory Patterns”
this spring migration
Just when things felt so stagnant, even the upcoming spring migration, it has managed to surprise me. Every migration is so different. Out of five Western Bluebird eggs, four hatched and fledged last week. And as I wondered if I should clean out the nesting box, I noticed mom and dad flying over there againContinue reading “this spring migration”
Today, I am an Imprinted Bird
I woke up feeling ruined and unwanted having been touched by the wrong hands. Like a baby bird who has been bird-napped and put back, and its parents shun it for the rest of its life because it’s been tainted by the smell of humans. Imprinted. Incapable of living a proper bird life again. UnableContinue reading “Today, I am an Imprinted Bird”
I made more sugar water instead
I dreamed a little dream not even worth dreaming. Made my own pretty hate machine and made more sugar water…for the humming birds, that is. Boys on my left side, boys on my right side, and you’re not here. Not here, like spring isn’t here but wanting to but giving in to Winter because evenContinue reading “I made more sugar water instead”
the demands of the season
Every sunrise he sits atop the burned digger pine and screams the screams of a desperate lover. He screams so loud, it wakes me even with the double-paned windows. After a while, the subject of his pleads flies to sit next to him and they fly away together, the red of their underwings disappearing intoContinue reading “the demands of the season”
give me moonlight when I’m leaving
Hawks here, hawks there, hawks everywhere. Accipeters, Buteos. Alive and dead. 2025 has been a year of hawk sightings for me. I tried to remember what my first bird sighting of 2025 was and I couldn’t remember, which means it was nothing memorable. A Scrubjay, a Junco. I welcomed the new year at my deskContinue reading “give me moonlight when I’m leaving”
Why We Will Always Quote Joan Didion When LA Is On Fire
The morning the fires started, a Turkey Vulture carrying a big rat in its beak flew right by me almost hitting me. The rat was so heavy in the vulture’s mouth, the vulture was having trouble keeping altitude and that’s when it almost collided with me. It flew a little further past me and droppedContinue reading “Why We Will Always Quote Joan Didion When LA Is On Fire”
land of the sky so blue
You’re in the kitchen when the dogs start barking at the front door. You know no one is here, or the cameras in the front of the property, the driveway or the front door would have gone off. But you trust your dogs so you go look out the window from the guest bedroom. YouContinue reading “land of the sky so blue”
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 