Escape. That's the word that kept begging me this morning, trying to tell me what to do. While I enjoyed the walk, talking with Docken, watching the pretty skies and seeing the beautiful birds, I could not escape a feeling of despair. I could not cast aside my disdain for the emperor in his war room and for those who cling to his ugliness.
You must pay the price of hate, and that price is
Your soul ...
Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.*
Here are some pictures I took today... I really don't have a lot to say. I simply need to keep myself distracted.
This is male Calypte anna hummingbird, AKA, Dusty once again. It was early. It was 38ºf.
I went up to the top of the hill via a bazillion stairs.
Red-tailed hawk number one, on a break during nest building. Both the male and the female contribute in nest building.
I didn't realize the nest building until I got home and saw that this was a small branch in the bird's beak. I had commented to Docken that I thought it was a rat. This is a horrible picture but I was far away and lucky to get anything. You're gonna have to click on it if you care to see what's in its beak very well.
There's always a mockingbird.
No ID on this El Camino. I gave it a shot but couldn't narrow it down. I'm not big on cars these days but I'll say it's the nicest looking El Camino Ive seen in at least 30-something years.
Male Selasphorus sasin.
One more red-tailed hawk spotted as I was about to head home.
and in close company, another mockingbird. The mockingbird was singing happily. I couldn't figure out the white coloration toward the top of the tree. When I got home I realized that the bark had been chipped away.
The hawk was looking at me... Oh, you're one of those humans.
*The Emperor in His War-Room
Song by Van der Graaf Generator
Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to nought,
Every life you take is part of your own,
Death, not power, is what you've bought.