I had thought that yesterday, February 12th, the 214th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s birth, I would write a blog post having in some way to do with him, as I hold much admiration for him. I did not. What I did do was clear out an old desk that I am giving away, in anticipation of the recipient coming to take it. She did not. What I then did was watch the NFL super bowl game. It was an exciting game. Two talented, well coached teams; two incredible quarterbacks.
Abraham Lincoln’s birthdate completed its 24 hour course while I slept, Maria, my tuxedo cat, curled beside me.
Well, I just reread one of my posts, one from November 2021. And I fear I have not moved from the position of ecological concern toward despair that it spoke of. I do not want to repeat that post verbatim. I know I have repeated the thoughts and will again, because it is the base, I think, of our vulnerability–it is due to us, and it is doing to us–why do we? At worst, I think greed drives us. And here I will stop on that course of thought for today. Another unseasonably warm day, during which robins and finches are already singing their spring tunes.
I shift course. It seems I have no words to toss at you today. So I will just regale you with the following picture story:
The surround of pigeons and starlings! What must the hawk be thinking? 
Simply chose to change venue 
I am pretty convinced that this is a red tail hawk, because of the speckled but predominantly white chest and belly, and the patterning of the browns on back and wing coverts, but the tail did not show red, the sun being not out, and while at rest it sat long and unfanned, in flight it spread as buteos’ tails seem to and accipiters’ tails do not.
And here we come to the conclusion of today’s post. May your day be of peace. Well, and of concern and remembrance, it being now nearly 40,000 persons engulfed in the ruin of an earthquake in the heart of our earth.
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