tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842329036518659708.post8703880068377310928..comments2024-02-24T00:29:08.504-08:00Comments on Slipping Glimpser: Winter in the BosqueFlorencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049656800516421526noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842329036518659708.post-48403010535435195592008-12-21T19:32:00.000-08:002008-12-21T19:32:00.000-08:00Thank you Barry!! Such a beautiful response. I use...Thank you Barry!! Such a beautiful response. I used to live in Bellingham, and the winter swans of the Skagit and Nooksack deltas were a deep delight.Florencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03049656800516421526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842329036518659708.post-46661470138336658592008-12-20T09:54:00.000-08:002008-12-20T09:54:00.000-08:00Up here in the Pacific Northwest, we get a similar...Up here in the Pacific Northwest, we get a similar phenomenon in the Skagit River Delta area, about an hour north of Seattle.<BR/><BR/>We usually drive up in February because during that month there are many raptors in addition to the snow geese and various other waterfowl. <BR/><BR/>We drive along little farm roads and there will be a huge flock of ducks poking around in a field. And in the middle of the flock will be a bald eagle. Just sitting there on the ground. Sometimes the eagle will set its eye on a particularly vulnerable duck and set the whole life-and-death dance into motion. It's sudden and stunning and final.<BR/><BR/>We've seen thousands of snow geese swirling down in corkscrew fashion to land in a field for the night. Last year we watched this swirling dance for 20 minutes before most of the geese had settled into the field. <BR/><BR/>Yes, when so many of us spend most of our lives indoors in front of glowing screens, the old world continues on without us. It's much diminished in this 21st century - much diminished even in my lifetime - but it still continues, the deep grace at the heart of all things.Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09412033978642026623noreply@blogger.com