The Natural World

A post I wrote for my Tumblr site about being (admittedly briefly) shaken out of my post-election misery. Read it here.

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Not a Nightingale

...But this song sparrow was nevertheless pouring forth its soul abroad in such an ecstasy that Keats himself would have approved.

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Wild Wildlife: Waiting It Out

I didn’t spend a lot of time in the zoo this morning, and I didn’t get many good shots of zoo animals at all—but it was a very satisfying visit nonetheless. As I entered the zoo I heard roaring; this did not alarm me, as it was coming from the lion enclosure rather than, say, the cafeteria or the kids’ farm. It did make me decide to visit the lions and tigers first, though, and so I began walking up the path, lined with tall, bleached grasses, that leads to the “Great Cats” exhibits.

Suddenly, a whole flock of little birds flew into the grasses with the speed and violence of a spattering of buckshot. Because I know a bit about the significance of such behaviors (though not as much as does Lynda at Mainly Mongoose—nor, luckily, do I need to be quite so aware!), I guessed that they were hiding from a predator, so I looked to the skies, where I saw a Cooper’s hawk pursuing a desperate and wildly veering pigeon. They disappeared behind a building before I could see the pigeon’s fate; from what I saw, it could have gone either way—though I admit that I was rooting for the pigeon. The little birds waited a while to make sure the coast was clear before going about their business again, and it was in that momentary, cautious pause that I was able to get some photos of this impressively perched song sparrow.

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