Thursday, January 12, 2017

January Thaw

The kitchen reeks of wet dog. 

Not that I mind. At least they are contented, napping, dogs, full of kibble and canz. 

It is raining over ice, melting all the sand that has been scattered on drives and walkways over the past couple of weeks. Not gonna complain though. Warm is good.

The sunlight is thin soup indeed most days..this was a couple days ago

A thing that I like about this time of year is going out before dawn and hearing the Mallards and Canada Geese nattering and complaining as they rock in the gentle curves of the river where the current is quiet. 

With the low cloud ceiling the sound rises clearly to us up here on the hill and it is nice to listen to the muted chatter of hundreds or even thousands of birds.

Yesterday, in bright sunshine and steadily warming temperatures I counted 354 geese taking flight and heading off to cornfields somewhere to the south of us. 

Around dusk they return, crying like a pack of hounds for their beds at the river's edge.

Mallards and Black Ducks, down on the river yesterday


Jan said...

I associate wet dog smell with some of the best times of life.

Cathy said...

I haven't been on Facebook in days . . . . I am so glad I am tonight. This post, again - is poetry. For example:

"...The sunlight is thin soup . . "

You writing always makes me homesick. (In a good way:)

threecollie said...

Jan, it brings me some good memories as well.

Cathy, thank you. Your kind words always make my day.