It’s Friday and I have a bad cold, compliments of those little weasels at the family village. On Monday we had a wonderful time with “feathers.” I showed them how they can be both strong and light -we cut some apart and examined the hollow shaft, I showed them how they have “zippers” and waterproofing. I let them push the button on my new Bird Song book, a Christmas gift from Abby that identifies over 200 birds by their sound. Everyone agreed the Common Loon has a very cool sound- more like a lone wolf in the North. Each child got a peacock feather and then we used the book, Hawk Highway in the Sky, to talk about raptors and migration. Finally we made wild and outlandish birds with styrofoam balls and pipe cleaners and lots and lots of feathers. All nine children were completely involved and interested and in the end there were hugs all around- and this wretched cold. Sigh. When I used to work with children all of the time I was impervious to mugwump germs; now I seem to have lost my resistance.
It may also be the lack of FAT in my diet this week. (grrrrr). It’s going okay and FC and Kimberley are both right about the lack of consistency around here. But I’m persevering and although my body is screaming for cream of potato soup, I’m continuing to push the green foods. It’s not nearly as hard with these beautiful earth boxes. Looky, looky:
(Sophie nibbles the chives and baby mixed greens)
(only two weeks from planting the seeds. Soon we will have sugar snap peas!)
(I’ve been planting new seeds each week to keep a continuous supply going)
The past couple days I’ve been making sandwich wraps with fresh greens and small earth box tomatoes, a hard boiled egg, 1/4 sliced avocado and a couple tablespoons of Boursin cheese. The cheese, of course, is FAT, but at least it’s in the dairy category. I’ve been using either whole grain or spinach wraps, fat-free, low carb and they actually-wonder of wonders because I prefer Wonder Bread-taste good.
I also plan to listen to MJB and Cathy on the manatee front and head over to the power plant this weekend. They’ve proved entirely elusive down at the bayou other than the two days I went down and saw lots and lots of backs (no camera!). None of them have been at the seawall, snout up, lolling about and being social. I’ve been walking or biking down each afternoon- nada. Yesterday I went down a bit after high tide, right when the light was beginning to change at the edge of dusk. The bayou was beautiful, but no manatee. While I was staring intently at the surface I caught a glimpse of movement on the dock and there was my regular friend. This little Green Heron is easy to overlook since he usually sits quite still, watching the water for edible life. His favorite fishing perch is a mere few feet from where the manatee come to the wall (in theory) and although our local munch of manatee (what is the noun of assemblage for manatee?) draw lots of folk to the wall, most all of them miss the heron, busy scoping out dinner.
The little Green Heron is one of the few birds who are tool users. He will drop an insect on the surface of the water to attract small fish or frogs. I have great admiration for any creature that can fly in the face of “a bird (or bug) in the hand…”
The light was changing and he was quick,quick,quick. You can see that I was right on the edge of some good shots.
Okay then. Have a great weekend. I’m going to lay low, nurse this cold and make a few phone calls. I don’t want to talk about it here but I’ve become a political activist. For the first time ever. I’m that hopeful that this time things could be different. So, I’m phone banking to those good folk in Washington, Louisiana and Nebraska today. “Huddow? I’b cawing to as’ you to be sure an’ caucus. Sniff, sniff. Tank you.”