Don't tell

We can build a dream with love

Come on, people, come on, children

Come on down to the glory river.

Gonna wash you up, and wash you down, 

Gonna lay the devil down, 

gonna lay that devil down.

Come on, people! Come on, children!

There's a king at the glory river

And the precious king, 

he loved the people to sing,

Babes in the blinkin' sun sang

"We Shall Overcome".

I got fury in my soul, 

fury's gonna take me to the glory goal

In my mind I can't study war no more.

Save the people, 

save the children, 

save the country

save the country

Come on, people, come on, children 

Come on down to the glory river 

Gonna wash you up and wash you down 

Gonna lay the devil down, 

gonna lay that devil down

Come on, people! Sons and mothers 

Keep the dream of the two young brothers 

Take that dream and ride that dove

We can build a dream with love, I know, 

We can build a dream with love

We can build a dream with love, I know

We can build a dream with love, 

We can build a dream with love, I know,

We can build a dream with love.

I got fury in my soul, 

fury's gonna take me to the glory goal 

In my mind I can't study war no more.

Save the people

Save the children

Save the country

Save the country

Save the country

NOW!

Let's wait for spring

On a day in which the world seems to have gone to crap, let us focus on more lifeward things.

Pack of Howling Coyotes

I didn't take this video, but I use it here as a sort of example. We hear coyotes all the time around these parts, but late at night when it's hard to capture them. The trilling and "laughing" (hyena-ish) sounds are very weird. The first time I heard them, my hair stood on end. It was a real "WTF??" moment. Combined with the very loud, resonant owl hooting (barred owls) we hear at night, it makes for a weird soundscape.

This is like suburbia with fifty-foot cedar trees in it, and bush only a stone's throw away. There are cougar and bobcat sightings, but mainly because we have raped their territory without a single thought about what they will do and where they will live. Should they just vaporize, or what? Why should they want something so silly as a "home", a place to live, to exist? WE have homes, of course, but that is an entirely different matter because we are entitled to them. These coyotes look prosperous, but ours are scruffy, usually thin, shy during the day, and only bold in packs. I would not fear an attack from them, but pets are another matter. Small mammals are fair game for them.

So add the trills and barks to the hoots, cackles and general jungle hysteria of the owls as they swoop and dive, and you have a sort of urban cacophany. I will admit, the first time I really noticed the owls, I didn't know what they were. I thought they were kids whooping at each other. So I missed seeing one that was likely right in my back yard. Something primitive about that face, like a ceremonial mask.

Bentley! GET DOWN!

      The new star of my blog shows off his aerial feats.