Sunday, January 29, 2012

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

Blurry Shopping

HEB sign

Week of January 22, 2012:

Thursday: Strength exercises + some yoga

Friday: Bike commute

Saturday: Bike ride + short run

Last week was a hard week, but it redeemed itself on Friday night when a flock of grackels descended upon the intersection of Texas Avenue and Holloman Drive.  There must have been hundreds of them.  They do this periodically and in this same location.  I happened to be there because I decided that grocery shopping was the way to redeem a Friday that left my feathers ruffled.  (I am ridiculous.  I went grocery shopping three times last week.  Insanity!  Also, I have a lot of food at home now, which feels blissful to me.)

I always wonder, when the grackels descend, what other people think of this otherworldly experience.  I love it.  There’s something magical to me about flocks of birds, the way they congregate and talk to each other and flit from one sitting spot to another.  And they’re loud too!  It’s hard not to notice the grackels, but do other people stop to watch them the way I do?  Do other people whip out their cameras to catch them on (digital) film?  I don’t know.  But I am grateful for the way the grackels always lift me out of my self-absorbed, grouchy funk and remind me to look up.


  1. I would whip out my camera and try to get a shot of some feathered friends. In fact, I attempted to snap a picture of a beautiful owl while I was out on my run yesterday, but by the time I had my camera out of my jacket pocket, s/he had decided it was time to fly on. I was sad that I didn't get a shot, but happy that I got to see an owl before it headed off to bed.

    1. Oh, owls are so spooky and lovely! There are owls around here with these big pointy ears, and I always think they look like flying cats in silhouette.