You know the story about the kid who gets so ecstatic about stepping in the pile of poop, because he knows there just has to be a pony around somewhere? I was thinking about that yesterday, because I generally feel that way about January.
Cold, bleak and wet, but it also means that in a mere eight weeks we will be right in the middle of my favorite month in Southern California, March.
March is when the purple ceanothus blooms, when the hawks hatch, the wildflowers pop, really my favorite time of the year. I think the most beautiful.
Having said that, the winter has its charms and especially this winter. There is a lot of bird life out there, continuing to fatten up from their migration or a few more months of cold.
I am pretty sure I saw the female yesterday too, it doesn't look all that different than the male in this species.
Dead trees are very important in the ecosystem and provide important structure and habitat for birds.
I hate it when one falls down, even miss the old SDGE power poles that used to run through the valley.
I wish that they had left them.
I continued on my way home and caught this gorgeous red tailed hawk sitting on an old tree not far from my home and took some pictures.
As I say all the time, such a plain name for such a lovely creature! Surely they could have come up with something more magnificent and lyrical?
I stood out in my yard, weeds growing inches by the second and suddenly didn't want to go inside at all. So primal out there, river and creek loudly gushing, it was all going on.
All was right in my world.
I drove in this morning, was amazed by the amount of water in Rainbow Creek near the glass house.
Be safe everybody and enjoy your space, wherever you are! Raw and powerful here. Rain and all, this is a beautiful time!