Today. With the sun, we always have the approval of the sheep
Yesterday. The wool was pulled over their eyes
A topic of conversation this week between friends. A very ordinary picture taken on Monday morning, dense fog, so very surprising, that as with every single morning, a bird should still take his place at the top of this tree.
With virtual invisibility. is force of habit so engrained over common sense? A puzzle, so the question was posted on facebook. Back came a very interesting response.
“Birds sense of vision is very different. They will pick up ultra violet too. Humans have a very, very limited visible spectrum.” Amazing answer. This was from my own son, naturally I thought I couldn’t leave that to chance. And then I found the following:
“…..some species of birds, do take at least some of the day “off” and do not go out to search for food in the fog. (but)… some of those birds may look like they are taking it easy, but may have been up before dawn and have already done their early morning feeding–fog or no fog. They may just be hunkering down to relax during a time when they know it is more difficult for both them and their predators to be out flying and looking for food….
On the whole, birds have much better vision than humans do. Many kinds of birds have the ability to see much greater detail than we do with the ability to see into the ultraviolet range of light…. Others have retinas that are set up with the different colour-sensing cones placed differentially such that they see certain colours best when looking upward, other colours best when looking down, and still another altered range of colours when looking sideways. Many birds can see through the fog as if they were wearing blue-blocker sunglasses and can easily navigate in all but the most dense of fogs.
Many birds do not travel very far to search for food. These birds know their local area as well as you know how to walk through your own house at night. With the barest of clues, they could almost fly from place to place in their neighbourhood while blindfolded. The fog is a bit of an impediment, but not one that will stop them from going out to forage for food and water”
Never thought that such a grey picture would be that interesting. And a source of great pleasure through that very satisfying feeling when your children stretch your understanding not only of the world, but of them. “Relaxed efficiency”. Grey days will never be the same. Just brilliant.
There is a thriller in the chiller. Solid, reliable Snowberries by day, transform into the funkiest “oggler-boggler” ready to go.
Hanging out…? Beech is not ready to drop yet either, but after a little too much dry cold, it plays a neat masquerade as “bats on a branch”
What the musical “Hair”did for baby boomer afro perms, the silvery, delicate Fluffs bring a touch of glamour as “floral sheep” – at least in their imagination.
Then finally, after 15 hours of silent frolic, its time to sleep it off by day until dusk.
Fashion parties. Its always the quiet ones.
All very cool.
When the moon begins to rise in the Winter months it is awake, frisky and ready to play its part and shine its best. But being our one moon can be lonely. Looking down at this time of year, and when life on Earth is beginning to completely relax or hibernate, who on Earth is there to talk to?
Not that the Man in the Moon is a great conversationalist, but after so many billions of years orbiting around our Earth, there must be something more. But we are not privy to witness friendships, special relationships and significant others between Moon craters and Flora stems, but this is the year of the rare red moon, and surely, if even the Moon has to find ways to relax with company and socialise, this would the right year. The universe is a such big place to be alone in after all.
So how surprising, that just today, a classic game of light ball, chase-with-plants and even walking the tightrope have all been witnessed as moon-play this afternoon. How might that happen at such unearthly distances?
Well, the Crescent Moon in particular like connects with our sense of fantasy. But this is not virtual reality, this is the age old game. At 200,000 miles away, the moon can be small and plants can be giants, but we are connected. And so at this time of year, we have a light chase. See the photographic proof, the camera never lies…
Should the Moon ever tease Winter’s leafless scenery before sleep, those gnarled, twisted brambles who do not like to be touched at the best of times, will secretly enjoy using their left over if somewhat frayed adrenalin, to chase any lunatic out of its tangled loops across the night sky.
Then the afternoon finally closes fast. The sunset glides on the horizon, whilst the Moon achieves a very good height in the sky in a satisfying position to observe everything at its leisure.
All appears to be so settled, so why then did the Moon take up tight rope walking?
This does only happen at night, but someone on the other side of the road, too rooted to walk the cable, nevertheless could see an opportunity. Here was an opening for friendship, and an irresistible chance to play a little light humoured ‘catch and bounce’.
It was Willow’s giant and dangling arms which swayed delicately with the distant crescent. But then with the air cooling fast, it was definitely time to chill.
Time for even a young December moon to slow its pace and now enjoy a gentle swing and watch his age old partner the sun, to finally take his place on the other side of Earth.