This is the final post of The Quail Diaries, El Segundo. What the next series will be you will or will not find out. But as the poison oak is finally fading, and the quail are as quail are. For these reasons, and more, I am concluding tonight. Trash litters the site and this week I received some of that trash, refuse, detritus, contents of a midden garbage is spiritual, believable, enough evidence, relics,debris, junk, … Continue reading
a fierce little wren was singing loud, and high while his eyes, insisting on their own life, gave legs to the lie that there was world, and time We are approaching the end of “El Segundo.” I have been back nearly a week and am still suffering the ravages of poison oak. The Tecnu is helping with the itching…and likely slowing its spread, but it’s been a long while since I’ve actually experienced the joy … Continue reading
Yesterday’s sunrise: I am back in Seattle From January 4 to January 6 (yesterday, Epiphany etc.) I did not see any quail. January 4 am was the morning the Cooper’s hawk sat near the traps; January 5 am the wood chipper. Yesterday, there was nothing except me. I have considered the possible causes for the change in behavior of the quail. (Of course I have…) Here are the obvious ones: 1)They associated with the area … Continue reading