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November 21-25, 2005

Today both Pale Male & Lola visited their nest, the former spending almost an hour. For a few minutes during Pale Male’s visit Lola battled with a handful of crows above 72nd Street. For a day which was forecast for bad weather it turned out quite beautiful until later in the evening when it began to rain.



Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Friday November 25, 2005.


Lola landing on The Oreo this afternoon. Thursday November 24, 2005.


Here's Lola again; demonstrating what it's like to be somewhat independent of Gravity.





Saturday November 19, 2005.


Saturday November 19, 2005.


This is the eye of someone who watches no television. Saturday November 19, 2005.



Mice.


A dripping pipe keeps me from sleeping, also a knocking radiator. But raindrops never do, regardless of where they fall and what sound they cause.
Now I awoke to the sound of mouse activity somewhere in my kitchen. I was somewhat annoyed because I knew it will take some ridiculous time before I could fall back to sleep. Mice! I tried to ignore them but it was no use. I was not alone in my home.
‘My home!’ I declared in my mind as I felt the warmth of my bed and wondered how I would ever make out, if I was deprived of this comfort for those precious hours of sleep which befell me each night. I imagined the warmth of the small space that my mice had enclosed themselves--perhaps under my stove. I thought of what it must have been like for their mother to huddle in her nest made perhaps of sheets of my credit card bills, torn envelopes and paper bags—maybe even bits of my rugs which she all shredded and molded into a fine warm nest for her babies to be born.
And that night when she sat quietly in her nest and felt their little hearts beating inside her she must have felt, even if for a moment, that she was doing the will of some great powerful force. As she silently bore the pain of her labor and delivered another generation of life into the world she must have just laid back and allowed the Universe to do what it compelled her to do. I'm sure she could then feel the power of that force so great that it removed all fear from her and made her know that she was doing something worthy and wonderful.
From deep inside her came the tiny little ones wiggling with excitement to be part of another round of life—a process orchestrated by every star in the sky and beyond.
And maybe for their mother there must have been a point after their birth when all her fear returned. And though she knew The Force had not abandoned her, yet she kept a vigilant eye out for the malicious creatures that wants to see her varnish from The Universe. Babies on the other hand are all blessed with a bliss that has no accountability and so they wiggled and crawled and suckled to the delight of The Force that brought them to life.
Presently I pulled my sheets tight around my feet and listened to the little ruckus down my hall. I thought of Maggie & Charlie and how they had followed a similar path though those two have a great many admirers and even protectors to see him through their magnificent cycle of life. But many like my little roommates busying themselves amongst my scattered possessions on the floor, encounter only hatred and revulsion during their humble lives.
The more I thought of how different those little creatures are from Maggie & Charlie the more I saw how similar they all were.
I closed my eyes and tried to fathom their world of hiding and running and hunger and fear. Notwithstanding this, I was convinced that they often took a break from it all where they frolicked in the darkness, jumping and skipping and delighting in the wonder of what it takes to be alive whether you were a mouse, worm, hawk or buffalo.
Right then I felt proud and happy that I could afford to allow my little friends a small space to live their precious lives in peace while I myself try to understand the meaning of my own existence. I tightened the grip on my pillow and soon the sound of their stirring was as soothing as raindrops outside my window.



Little Charlie looks up between the trees at 76th Street & 5th Avenue to watch Pale Male (Grandpa) & Lola (Step-grandma) as they circled peacefully over his head last Saturday.



Saturday November 19, 2005.