Mild weather here in Minneapolis the last two days. Seeing movement of the wild turkey toms along the river not see a week or two ago with -14 degrees air temperature and -35 degree wind chills. I just noticed a couple of hardy red tailed hawks eking out a frosty living by the airport freeway.
The last two days with 40 degree January thaw the toms are out in force, and the ever present red-tailed hawk are more active than chasing freeway ditch mice. I even saw a rough-legged hawk by the airport. He is not quite as large as the red-tail and his perching stance is at a different height, in a different kind of tree, with a slightly different demeanor. What is so endlessly fascinating about nature is its paradoxes: such marvellous variety of species and individual behaviors evidenced to the observer at the same time that endless repetition hunting patterns play out again and again. Nature, our home and mother, the source of spectacular creativity and iron rule by unchanging laws, all at the same time, inflicted upon the same creatures.
Like the wise birds, when the weather of life is bitterly cold and inclement, lie low. When things turn more inviting and livable, make the most of it, up, about and getting it done.
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