#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Red Bellied Woodpecker at the feeder

The drumming out my window announces your presence and I swear,
I don’t want that small miracle to become common-place.
I want to think sweetly of your industry:
rhythm of finding food, cadence of life. I want to think
of my own heart, in its wet cavity, beating for the same reasons:
food,life, food,life, food,life—blood all wishy-washy
through my small shell—never even contemplating
what it means to love. . .

~ Excerpt from TO THE RED-BELLIED WOODPECKER IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD, Erica Anderson-Senter

Today I learned the difference between a red-bellied and a red-headed woodpecker. The one at my feeder at noon, its lunchtime, my lunchtime A red-headed woodpecker’s head is all red. I really enjoyed having lunch with him. Day starting with Wave, I drive him to school, and ends with Wave, I go swimming with him and play tonight. A pleasant feeling all day of impending rain. Then it came, late afternoon, and not as much as I thought. I still got Chippie to the river again after dinner. A beaver crossing the river the south, and one to the north. The one to the south came to the edge where Chippie was romping, slapped his tail and turned back. I didn’t go to the landing where the beaver have been working tonight. I didn’t want to interrupt them. This is their time to gnaw and build. This morning I did go and see they are making progress cutting through the huge downed limb. Three clients today and I made a quiche for dinner for me and Frank. Frank had to play tennis indoors. But now the rain has stopped, the sky has cleared.