Nearly a month has gone by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I'm finding that teaching writing classes not only involves lots of time grading papers but also focuses my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but not focusing in the short run on material I want to post here. We'll see what develops. Let's just say, my cessation of blogging is not due to deterioration of my health. I might be back soon. It probably depends on how spring unfolds - wildflowers, lizards, interesting insects, etc., usually fire me up and prompt me to keep my camera batteries charged.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
A friend described a dead bird she found at the top of her outdoor stairway leading to the front entrance of her house. From her description of the bird and my familiarity with the location, I guessed it was a Towhee, or maybe a young Flicker or Robin. The description was mostly of the colors. A description of the beak would have nailed it. It turns out it was a House Finch. Still in the same spot a day later, and no ants or other signs of decomposers. I noticed that it had some pine needles tightly in the grasp of both feet. I pulled the needles out of one foot, but they were held very tightly in the other. My hypothesis is that the bird was hit by a passing car and grabbed at whatever was there when it landed. Sort of a sad scene, but a closer view of the bird than I usually get.