I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing – a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process…
Buckminster Fuller, I Seem To Be a Verb (via wordsnquotes)
Author: twohawksnyc
Beautiful Dora basking in the setting sun.
Helicopters above, buses below…
Webcam still mostly blocked, helicopters above, buses below…Dora on the move.
Rumor has it that she may have laid her first egg!
“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression;
of something beautiful, but annihilating.”
— Sylvia Plath
“Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.”
― Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Cormorant taking a walk.
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
– Paul Laurence Dunbar
Now streaming live!
Thanks to Goggla, who is an amazing bird photographer, I learned that there is now a live stream directly above the AC unit nest so you can watch the hawks 24/7. Enjoy!
There is still slavery in the world. There is still a valuing of human beings according to their race or class or gender or culture or sexuality. Part of the reason for this cutting off of empathy is the anesthetizing of our senses to the suffering of animals. Once we grow callous, we cannot feel fully for anyone- not even for ourselves.
Gloria Steinem
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