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Monday, January 7, 2008

Through the Pane of Glass – Part 20

21 Days From My Window

Outside my window this morning the wind whips the American flag around the flagpole, blowing it first to the northwest, and then to the east. Two black starlings dance along the corner of my next-door neighbor’s roof. Jockeying for position, chattering loudly at each other, they side-step left and right. They suddenly drop from the roofline to fly, swooping across my window as they go. There are no birds perched on the power lines this morning, but several are darting abut the sky in ones and twos, enjoying the morning air. In the distance, a passenger jet climbs into the clouds and disappears from view.

Fifteen or twenty of the starlings are holding a meeting on the pale, yellowed lawn across the street, at the base of the pampas grass. Startled by a car in the driveway, they take flight like a WWII bomber squadron. The shadow they cast across the street is brief but surprisingly dark. The neighbor who drives the white box truck stands in the street with his head under the hood. He must be having trouble getting started this morning. I yawn, and stretch, thinking that I know exactly how he feels.

1 comment:

Childlife said...

Starlings... well, you're lucky they were traveling in such a petite pack I guess. They tend to set up camp in plague-like proportions in our yard each spring : P They chase off my goldfinches : (

I identified with the slow-starting mornings - LOL!

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