After Birdwatching: Stargazing in Central America by Karla Linn Merrifield
After Birdwatching: Stargazing in Central America
Some birds I first enumerated in Amazonia now orbit me independently again in Costa Rican cloud forests, in Panama rain forests like so many solar light collectors arrayed in outer space around a tropical star where I survive as human at the bright center of an avian Dyson sphere woven in wingèd light by circling yellow-rumped caciques, yellow-rumped caracaras, and greater and lesser kiskadees of glowing yellow breasts. Raucously the gilded illuminated icons welcome me home to our native galaxy, another rara avis of the Milky Way’s wet seasons.
In tonight’s déjà
vu, the Universe spins on
yellow-spun feathers.
                                                in appreciation of EarthSky News
                                                for Michael G. Smith

Thrasher Vision

They are living in my big cholla bush, a handsome pair of curve billed thrashers–just at the northern edge of their range. They eat insects and cholla fruit and boldly love puddles. Good parents, they are on their second batch of hatchlings. Sleek smart birds, I truly love them.
And spend hours watching them out the big window. As we have no T.V., Rich calls this occupation “thrashervision.”