Saturday, December 4, 2010

The day before Halloween . . .

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Synchronicity wrapped him fittingly in the obits.

The flash of immortal peach-red that is caught in flight is where the flicker gets its name.



His tail begins in a heiroglyph.
A flicker appeared on my walk. There on a drainage grate in the gutter, he lay with no mark or movement. He hadn't been there when I was coming from the other direction, only now when I returned.

It gave me a chance to meet the lady in the little frame house right there, her door was open anyway, and I asked her for some newspaper so I could carry this treasure home.

It was such a gift because I have loved these gorgeous woodpeckers ever since I met them in Idyllwild, at Helen Bell's cabin, when I'd take care of her on the weekends.

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