Tuesday, January 31, 2012

More City

I've been thinking about the birds who visit the feeder outside my kitchen window, the juncos and chickadees and finches, the bushtits who hover a dozen at a time at the suet block. Thinking about how watching them settles my brain, eases the accumulated tension. And then there's my ten-month-old kitten, frantic with excitement on the sill, chittering and eck-eck-ecking at them, desperate for a mouthful of feather.

R. called me yesterday to tell me that the old cat had a seizure. Maybe he has a few months left in him; hard to tell. He's such a good old cat, the best, really. Crankier these past few years, but nonetheless with pretty much a good perspective on it all, if you'll allow me to assign perspective to a cat. My son is tender and so very engaged in the feline universe. Sometimes I think he's more cat than human. (He too limits his daily word output.)


Slow at the gift show today, a trickling of buyers and a stuffy, sleep-inducing atmosphere. The only place for a lie-down was in the 18-inch space between curtains, between booths. I decided that it probably wasn't a good idea.


Where is my remedy of finches?


  1. they are at home. Martinis are what we have here.

  2. All animals (except for pitbulls) are calm inducing. Maybe every prison cell should come with its resident cat.

    WV. repurbod

  3. When I bought my farm,
    I did not know what a bargain I had
    in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes;
    as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying.
    -Ralph Waldo Emerson

  4. oh Cro, don't hate on the pitbulls. They are one of the most gentle of breeds (when not abused and trained to fight). Helen Keller's guide not was a Staffy terrier (aka pit bill).

    As for you, Dear T., visualize your beauties, you will see them soon.

  5. I do miss my backyard through the kitchen window bird television back down there in the c'town House!

    Such a variety of birds, different in each season, and each time of day, with constants too. The largest population of constants or migrators were, of course, the trash birds -- starlings and grackles. And the crows and ravens too. All determined to fight the squirrels for what was in the bird feeder. No matter how much effort we put into it to keep the squirrels and larger birds out, they managed somehow. Their acrobatics for managing were astounding.

    Love, C.

  6. Love your kitten's "eck-ecking"! One of my favorite things about cats!