Rebirth

Power of daydreams Wakes up from chilly stillness -  Abandons darkness... D.S.

Chihuahua and Pugsy

Two weeks ago, I took my mom and Roxie for our usual walk in Marquette Park. While there, we noticed two little dogs running after a big van. "In this neighborhood, sometimes people "walk" their dogs this way", I thought. Eventually, the van sped up and disappeared over the bend of the road. The tiny Chihuahua could no longer run. He just sat down in the middle of the road. His pal - a pug mix bread dog - stayed with his friend. Cars could not pass through. Three or four of them "piled up" at the spot where the tiny thing was resting and blocking the road. I got out of my car and scooped up the tired dog. At that point, the Pugsy ran away, and kept running, running. It took me almost two hours to chase him down while driving around. Apparently, the dogs were dumped in the park just recently, because the Pugsy still had strength to keep running fast, very fast. My guess is that the previous owners were in that big van.

I am new at attempting to capture any living thing, so it took me some mental effort to devise a strategic scheme: despite his bloody feet, apparently cracked from cold, I took the shivering Chihuahua out of the car on a leash onto a snow covered ground. Then Pugsy came up to his pal to check on him and just stood there. That was my moment to act. Both of those throwaway dogs ended up on my mom's lap in the car. Chihuahua fell asleep right away. Like a captain of a ship, the Pugsy looked around with his front paws on the dash board. I am so grateful to our Roxie that she did not eat those two... :-) She was quite a polite hostess who has complete ownership rights to the back seat of our vehicle.

The two orphans had spent only one night and a day with us, but I am still keep thinking about their fate. Unfortunately, having a big dog of my own, I could not keep those two pals myself. To make a long story short, the next day I took both pals to the Southwest Animal Welfare League. I do not understand how it is possible for someone to throw away dogs on any day, especially in a freezing cold.

Down South

It is a familiar call. Just raise your head to the direction of the sound. You will see formations of the feathered "pilots" practicing their flight down South. The rehearsals start in August. In September, more and more geese and ducks are flocking to the area. They stay at the lagoon until late October. The birds feed on the grass and whatever else they can find close to the water. Occasionally, some passers by would swoosh some bread for the birds.

It was amazing to see this year that park caretakers shaved the grass in the middle of October, just at that time when the birds flocked to feed. Strangely enough, the grass was hardly growing this summer. There was no tall grass at all. And yet, an irresistible human urge to use noisy powerful grass shavers left just muddy stubs for the birds to feed on. Oh, the arrogance of men who have conquered the NATURE!
Fortunately, rains picked up in October, and the grass is green and growing now.

Swimming Light

I found a way to catch the Sun. Its blinding light is elusive, if one attempts to look it up high in the skies.

My Sun is "swimming" with the fish... What a magnificent energy! Enough warmth to bring to life so much beauty and goodness...
Just stand still for a moment and gaze at the reflection in the pond. Where is it? Up here or down there? Or is it in your heart and soul?

Birch Trees

Birch trees are special to us. Not just because they are gorgeous and different, but because they were an inseparable part of the landscape of our childhood and youth. Many fairy tales and songs describe the elegant tree.

We were very glad to see quite a few birch trees growing in the park. However, these trees must not like the climate, and they are not thriving. In the past 22 years, several of them have died. Besides, young trees that were planted here a few years back were tortured and broken by the "homo sapient" who inhabit the area.


We hope that remaining few trees will survive. There is something very special and unique about the birch trees in spring time submerged in a green "fog", and then in the fall, when their golden leaves gently shimmer in the sun above our heads creating music of their own.

Egret or Heron?

What a find! I am trying to get as close as possible without chasing this magnificent bird away, but it is quite a task, considering that my big black dog is with me on a leash. Now I am really glad I took her to the dog school where I learned the commands "sit" and "stay." Oh, how I wish I had a real powerful zoom lense...

I am not an experienced bird watcher, so for me to suddenly appear in the presence of such a beautiful bird is an amazing privilege.

I looked it up in the National Audubon Society Field Guide to Birds, Eastern Region of North America. That's it, I should be looking for the Central Region. I do not see such exact bird among the photographs.

It looks like an egret, but could be a heron? I search the Web and discover that Egret and Heron are of the same family of birds. I am looking at the Great Blue Heron in the warm Autumn sun.

This is where I found a similar bird: http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Great_Blue_Heron/id

Squirrels

Squirrels are very industrious, curious, cute, and funny. Sometimes they would stop and look straight at me as if to pose for the camera. These little animals have very smart and inquisitive gaze. Other times they will scoot away as fast as they can and will quickly disappear to the top of the tallest tree with an amazing ease. In the Fall, it is easier to see their little nests through the lacy maze of the leafless branches.

Some call these forest critters "tree rats;" to others they are pests ruining their property. At times people express genuine hatred at the mention of a squirrel. I heard of a man who has a hobby to kill them and he is keeping score that exceeds a 100 already. Then why do we choose to live on the streets lined up with trees and why we establish new developments in the areas close to the forests and parks?

There were few cases in my life when I won some people over to the side of those who like squirrels, or at least tolerate them now and do not get all worked up over their presence near by.

To me squirrels are those funny characters described in folk tales and children's poems. They have a role to play in the big picture of NATURE. I wish I could see the world from the tree tops as they can. That would be quite a view.

I want to see one person who works as hard as a squirrel to provide for themselves and their family. And yet, a frequent site in the urban environment is a squirrel killed by a driver. Can't drivers really let them cross the street, or they are just vicious and cruel? I remember a teenage girl yelling to the driver of a car "hit it, hit it!..." when she saw a squirrel running in front of the car. Why?

It is also difficult to read in a paper about squirrel hunting seasons. We cannot control ourselves, but we pretend to be able to control nature. Why do we need to hunt squirrels? Are we hungry, do we need those fur hats?

And if squirrel ruins your property, it is good for the economy. Someone will get busy fixing your property.