Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Beautiful poem 'Wings', by Kim Antieau.

Avian Friendship

It must be great to feel the wind on your face when you´re flying. Spread your wings and fly over land obstacles. That´s the usual impression I get from birds. Freedom.
I´ve never had any bird as a pet in my life. They always came to me. Robins, seagulls, lapwings, owls, even cranes. You name it. They don´t fear me. I don´t know if that´s a good thing, it just is. I stay where I am and they come around. Sometimes I happen to have a camera at hand.

Sunday, November 15, 2009


In response to Rebb´s blog post , I´m posting this photo from a trillion years ago (you can see that in my teenage-like face), when I used to dog-sit. Those two ladies by my side were called Sadie and Heidi. They were like water and wine. Sadie (the setter) was very mature and independent, and Heidi was a big, adorable, baby. They´re both gone now, obviously, but looking at Rebb´s Kyo made me think of them again.