I'm always surrounded by CRAZY people, but when I come back to the country I'm into my plants, I love GARDENING, I love BIRDWATCHING and I absolutely love NATURE.
A DUCK's NEST was found today NEAR the trail on the dry open prairie with as far as could be seen no water or marsh near. The BIRD flew off but could not tell what species. The eggs nine originally.
I'm very MUCH a home BIRD. I sometimes think I should have been a domestic. I like sweeping up, getting everything tidy. I'm OBSESSIVE compulsive. I don't MINDADMITTING it.
Because I had my family, I felt LIKE I could be a bird and fly and experience and do. Because I had roots SOMEWHERE, I knew that they would love me no matter what, and I could ALWAYS go BACKHOME and they were going to love me.
I share my name with an aerobatic BIRD that can WHIZ across a whole summer sky in seconds. A swift is so equipped for SPEED that it can scarcely cope with being STATIONARY.
For many years now, my source for salvific CHICKEN soup has been the Sanamluang CAFE on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard and Kingsley Drive: crystalline broth, flecks of fried garlic, and a moist, steamed bird nesting on thick RICE noodles and BEAN sprouts has stanched many a misery.
You have tours that go to certain parts of the world to see a specific type of bird, and then you come back to Hollywood, and you see TOUR vans that go around in HOPES of catching a glimpse of Halle Berry GOING out to GET a NEWSPAPER.
When I pair food and WINE, I start with the food. If I have a BEAUTIFUL roasted bird, I MIGHT choose a Cabernet or Pinot Noir, or MAYBE a Syrah, depending on the sauce and what is in my cellar.
EVERY day, I GET up, and I fill the BIRD feeders and put out fruit and other food for both the birds and any passing mammals. Is that POINTLESSLONG-TERM? I have no idea. All I know is that on this day, in this moment, it makes a difference.