From the Ground to the Treetop

 Green anole on the ground. The longest tail I've seen on one.

 New bird in the tree and pecking on the window. He has a long beak, a pale yellow breast, and a melodious call of two notes. I think it's a Western Kingbird, his breast seems too pale to be a Tropical Kingbird.

Crow's nest in the treetop. A pair has been taking turns bringing food for a couple of weeks.

A Crow Gathering

Every Fall crows gather by the hundreds in our neighborhood.

This morning hundreds of crows were flying over our home way up high.

Round and round they flew in the clear blue sky soaring higher and higher, crowing their song.

They seemed to be calling out their love of flying, their love of living, their love for their crow family.

An ordinary day was transformed by a crow gathering, with their flying and crowing. The photos don't capture the event as I felt it, you'd have to be there to see them, to hear and feel their song.

Footnote: the larger bird is a vulture flying much lower than the crows. Apparently there are certain other places where crows gather each Fall and Winter. Once in Oklahoma there were over 2 million crows gathered in one place. Follow the link for some facts about crows. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.

Old Crow

Here's a couple of Old Crow sculptures I just packed into "The Treasure Bus", that's what I named our moving on a shoestring, "moving van". Excuse the dust on them I don't have time for dusting, I'm packing like a mad woman now.

Cindy Shake came up with the name for the bus, which really is a perfect name. Cindy is a very talented artist and makes wonderful metal sculptures, including beautiful ravens. I am lucky to have one of Cindy's ravens and I have shown it here.


Be sure to check Cindy's blog and on the right hand side you will see more examples of her work. And here is a link to Cindy's website with some new and exciting pieces she has completed.

The Old Crow sculptures are made of pot metal and were probably a liquor store display for Old Crow, one of Kentucky's oldest bourbons. Purportedly Mark Twain drank Old Crow bourbon, along with several other famous people in history. The Old Crow sculptures have a metal label on the reverse that says Old Crow. I found these Old Crow sculptures in a junk shop back in the 1980s and I couldn't resist getting them since I've always felt an affinity for crows and ravens.

Gee I just thought of something, perhaps I'm like a crow collecting all the things I do and bringing them back to my nest. What do you think? Ha! Ha! Ha! or should that be Caw! Caw! Caw! If you ever meet me in person and find me in just the right frame of mind, I just might do my crow impression, maybe.

Anyway stop back here again for more treasures and soon, very soon, there will be travels too. Travels and treasures, I like the sound of that and I hope you'll enjoy traveling along with me. Be sure to comment, I'd love to hear from you.