Sunday, March 20, 2011

Birds

One thing I really enjoy about living in a place that is so walkable is that it gives me time to observe my surroundings and a chance to stop and watch or listen. This week, I caught a bunch of fat, black birds in action. (Sorry, I really cannot identify the exact bird; I am not much of a bird person -- if you happen to know, I'd be happy to discover!)

They were gathering branches and flying up to the tops of the still bare trees to put together nests. When the birds' flight refocused my attention upwards, I was surprised to see so many nests built together. I stood for a long while strangely observing these birds busily getting ready.







My weekend has not been spent in the trees, but I have been gathering up loose ends and cleaning my nest. I am getting ready for something -- I can feel that it is time for some change, even if the snow continues to fly outside of my window. Sometimes it feels good just to be home, taking time to sweep, gather things together, fix a meal, use the sauna, and hunker down. Anything else would simply be for the birds!

2 comments:

Pene said...

Hi Jenn,
These birds that are commonly seen around Tartu are called ""Jackdaws" - read: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasian_Jackdaw

A few interesting snippets I read:
"The sentence "Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz" is a commonly used example of a pangram, (i.e. a sentence that contains all 26 letters of the English alphabet), while the sentence itself is only 31 letters long.[49]

The University of Cambridge's online administrative database is officially called 'Jackdaw' and usage of its 'Email Address Look-Up' site is frequently referred to as a 'Jackdaw Search'.[50]

In the 1904 book "The Marvelous Land of Oz" by L. Frank Baum, Tip and his companions end up in a jackdaw's nest when they flew too far south of Oz.[51]"

Dzeniferka said...

Thanks for being my local "birdie," Pene!

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