The Gray-Crowned Rubberneck
Much fuss has been made lately about the dangers of texting while driving. I can usually resist that temptation but I am utterly unable to avoid taking my eyes off the road every time I drive past water. I'm looking for birds. It seems like every pond, stream and lake in the area hosts at least one egret or heron. I don't care that they're common. My heart leaps every time I sight one.
posted by Happy In Bag @ 1:28 PM
3 Comments:
At 7:01 PM,
Ruralgurl said…
Last year I almost ran off the road after craning my neck to watch a great horned owl swoop down into the dusk from atop a street lamp pole. It pounced on a rodent and returned to the air with the mouse in its talons, disappearing over the sub-division past the River Des Peres right here in the city. (STL) It was a magnificent sight.
At 11:18 AM,
bgo said…
"goose farts on a muggy day"--the late John Fahey
At 8:58 AM,
Happy In Bag said…
Although it's been over a year, RG, I vividly recall a big owl whooshing by me on a dark street a couple years ago. Surreal. I envy your experience.
Here's another Fahey title for ya, BGO: "Our Puppet Selves."
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