7:20 AM - Friday, Nov. 06, 2009
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There must be some farms south and west of here; I hear a few roosters in the mornings.
There aren't many birds here. And I think it's because of owls.
I stepped outside this morning while it was still dark. The little dipper was positioned over the western sky. And that constellation shaped like a V. A plane, high high up, moved north slowly. I always wonder where planes are going when I see them. Trains, too.
I listened to the far-off roosters just waking up. I heard the sound of ducks migrating, but couldn't see them in the dark.
I moved out onto the little walkway, to hear the distant roosters better.
A blur of nocturnal bird-of-prey flashed from one side of the street to the other - an owl.
I admit, I got a little nervous about it grabbing my head and clawing the shit out of it, and I hurried back inside. You know the old nursery rhyme...
"Better safe than sorry for your soft, fleshy head.
Better head inside before it's clawed to shreds!"
Hahaha.
I'm listening to the CD Steve made me.
It is SO GOOD!GOOD!GOOD!
