tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21115799979786425062024-03-18T21:34:37.978-07:00LeeWordSharing ideas, images, and stories about nature, culture, and other beautiful things.JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111579997978642506.post-62070224907448425782013-07-25T18:06:00.000-07:002013-07-25T18:08:34.972-07:00Web Master<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Exquisite Japanese-inspired web architecture, engineering ... and hunting apparatus. What geniuses. Maybe if we be quieter and pay more attention, we can achieve these heights (and depths). They are obviously an inspiration for many, many human talents and desires.</span>JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111579997978642506.post-26899599708456374552013-04-05T17:17:00.001-07:002013-04-05T17:17:23.340-07:00Nesting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The pair were busy this evening, bobbing and tucking and prodding in their nest. One flew off to perch on a sycamore branch just upriver. This one (she?) remained. I wonder if there are eggs to warm and protect or if they're just getting their bed ready for those to come. Knowing these two share this patch of the world, this languorous river, this ancient mountain ridge with me gives me deep joy and a sense of peace that only the natural world does.JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111579997978642506.post-73253466647833895102013-04-04T09:44:00.002-07:002013-04-04T09:44:23.972-07:00Spring Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nearly every day, I walk up to this little goat farm about 2 miles from my house. It has been very active lately with the arrival of many adorable, jubilant, funny little goat kids. A couple days after this photo was taken, I came to say hello and heard a terrible bleeting from the far end of the field and saw one of these little guys (can't tell which one) with his head stuck in the American wire fence and its mother nervously pacing nearby. I ran up the bank and along the fence line and as I approached the frightened baby, it struggled even more vehemently. I was terrified it was going to break its neck right in front of me, before I could try to help it. I grabbed its little leg through the fence and spoke to it and it calmed a bit. It was apparent that there was no way it was going to get its head back through the fence without assistance because every time it pulled back, it's little horns got caught on the wire like hooks. I grabbed its head with both hands, turned it, pushed down and back on the horns, and wriggled it through the wire square. The baby ran off, twisting and jumping, with its very relieved mother at its side. Once my heart stopped beating so hard and fast, I was very relieved, too! </div>
JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111579997978642506.post-84536015523004223492013-03-25T10:33:00.006-07:002013-03-25T10:33:56.070-07:00Turkey Walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Looking up from my kitchen sink today, I saw this beautiful turkey striding across the snowy field, with great purpose. One would think it was November or December, not late March!JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111579997978642506.post-21521626299853532062013-03-21T18:58:00.001-07:002013-03-21T18:58:46.778-07:00Straining for Spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A springhouse in the Blue Ridge Mountains whose water inspires a<br />
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<i> A pair of bald eagles take a sunset dip in the Shenandoah.</i><br />
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On a hot, sunshiny day today in Clarke County, there was a lovely event to give to, learn about, and celebrate our wild animal brethren. Over a hundred people, I think, came out to join us...and gave two truckloads of supplies and a generous infusion of cash. And I can now say US with full devotion - heart, mind, focus, and employ. To be part of the advocation for the amazing creatures that share this world with us and depend on our respect, love, and care is a charge I am honored with beyond measure and words.<br />
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Windexed the one tonight that I moved into position 7 years ago to stake my space and central operating system at the home of CCHA. We were both confused and hungry then and shone with careful love when we parted today. Manuals on display, files organized, drawers pristine. And a beautiful blooming African Violet reminding to be cared for on the unstable bookcase i put together in 2005 to hold my close things - printer, certain books and paper, checks to be written.<br />
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Miss Millie is a good reminder of how to be, this week anyway.<br />
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The Burwell-Morgan Mill, fall 2010.<br />
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I wasn't looking forward to my 27th day in a row on the job and my fourth consecutive Saturday at the Burwell-Morgan Mill. The second day the artists come pick up their unsold work, always a bit of a melancholy time and one that doesn't need a lot of "administration," seemed excessive. But there I was, for lack of other volunteers who know it's not a lot of fun, having artists sign a sheet to claim their unwanted. <br />
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Winding down the day, I went up the attic stairs for the umpteenth schlepping when i discovered a pigeon standing on the attic floor. Didn't want to fly but walked fast enough to get away from the bucket i tried to shooo him into. Then I scared him into walking between two very narrow, tall, long walls. "Oh god, I've done it now. He'll never come out, he's a goner. I've failed miserably already in my wildlife rescue skills" ran through my exhausted head.<br />
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I took the bird outside to the far side of the head race and set him on the stone wall near the waterfall. He immediately started picking at the little weeds growing out of the mortar - he was hungry! Dear crazy old Ed thought to get some just-ground 9-grain to feed him and we did. I watched for 10 minutes as he poked around, snacked, looked for his friends (roosting on the other end of the Mill), and didn't go far. For the next half hour, I checked on him out the window to see him toddling around, still getting bearing.<br />
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Common Rock - and Mill - Pigeon (not my photo)<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> A barred owl I named Eva, for my grandmother,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> released by BRWC at my house in summer 2010. </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> I like to think </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">it's her I now hear hoooing in the woods.</span></i><br />
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Today marked a public saying goodbye to my work life of seven years and further nudging into my new one. An e-paper article about it hit the web this morning and tonight about 20 people gathered at my boss's lovely home to celebrate the occasion. Many friends saw the article and sent e-mails or 'Facebook love.' <br />
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My future boss was at the gathering tonight and I find her to be one of the most interesting, calmly passionate, humble, and delightful people to be around, just like her father. She is a model of what I respect and admire, as were all the people I was surrounded by tonight. I am so blessed.<br />
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"EVERYONE loves wildlife!" one dinner guest (of the so-called choir) exclaimed, suggesting it should be easy to get this message - and money - across the table. Wellll, not everyone. Some people hit animals on the road intentionally. Some shoot them because they are "a nuisance." Some do not see suffering. Some are careless. Most of us need a lot of education and always a bit more compassion.<br />
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In midst of the flurry of excitement, encouragement, and confidence, I am humbled with the reality of the challenge, frustration, heartbreak, unending patience, and dedication that lie ahead. I have been preparing for this, and now it's here. But it will only be in the doing, the day to day disappointments and triumphs, the long hours, the pushing of intellectual and emotional boundaries that will reap these seeds of possibility.<br />
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In love, gratitude, and respect-JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111579997978642506.post-91093920952645619392012-05-15T20:32:00.001-07:002012-05-17T20:31:11.771-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i> Red-shouldered hawk in the flight cage preparing for release, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i> looking ready to launch! (And lunch!:)</i></span>JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111579997978642506.post-76797744987912653142012-05-15T20:28:00.000-07:002012-05-17T20:32:01.125-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> Diamonds!</span></i><br />
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15 May 2012<br />
Swimming On the Sun.<br />
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Readying to embark on a new path following Mother Nature. Been leaning this way all my life and am now falling head on, heart full, and spirit alive. To be able to find (paying) work learning about and advocating for something I feel so close to and respectful of is a dream come true. I just hope I do the best job I can ever possibly do....the only way i'll be disappointed is if I don't.<br />
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So, let's do this thing!JLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468025615521591141noreply@blogger.com3