November 1st, 2007


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Had one of those dreams last night where I am surrounded by strange birds and trying frantically to identify them. Last night it was ducks. I was at this strange beach, and there were ducks everywhere, in brilliant, bizarre colors, and I was trying to identify them. (The only name I recall was the "Kenyan Anae," a salmon colored duck with a wave shaped back and crest. I only remember this because the man I was with in the dream was arguing with me over whether it was a standard Anae or a Kenyan.) There were also tiny monkeys everywhere, but I was primarily after the ducks.

I woke up and staggered out of the bedroom, feeling the vague disappointment that I always feel when one of the birding dreams proves to be a dream (and also the guy I was with in the dream was pretty hot, and a birdwatcher to boot, so it was almost as disappointing that HE wasn't real!) to discover that the juncos have returned. Juncos are small, round-bodied birds with wee little pale beaks. We get slate-sided juncos around here, so they're dark on top, and the little beaks stand out, like pale seeds, against the dark grey feathers. They're very cute, and they only show up in the fall and winter. Whatever the calendar may say, it's not really fall until the juncos are hopping around on the ground and picking up fallen tidbits. (They won't come to a conventional feeder, although if you put a platform feeder on the ground, they'll eat from that.) There's also a scattering of streak-breasted sparrows, which I haven't yet ID'd, becaues...y'know...sparrows.

One class of birds is notably lacking from the feeder--I haven't had any woodpeckers yet. Or nuthatches, for that matter. Generally a downy or a red-bellied are among the first to appear, and the white-breasted nuthatches give the impression that they have staked out this spot for the last six months on the hope that somebody MIGHT put a suet feeder there. I'm wondering if there are simply the wrong kind of trees here--it's a dense tangle of undergrowth, rather than the straight, medium-sized pines, so perhaps there simply aren't any locally.  Which is sad, because woodpeckers are a delight, but perhaps there'll be some other new residents as compensation.

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As part of my attempts to cope with the stresses of my existence, I have apparently gone into serious nesting mode.

As in, I actually bought a throw pillow. (A throw pillow, for christ's sake!)

Sure, it was a black leather throw pillow, which either says something about my decorating sense or my fetishes, but still. I am just this side of deranged. I have actual color schemes for rooms. (Black and red, black and white, and "explosion in an Indian dye factory.*") It's just as well that I don't own my own home, or I would have a copy of "Do-it-yourself Remodeling for the Dangerously Inept" in one hand, and be taking a sledgehammer to the walls and mixing my own grout with the other.

The reasoning behind it is pretty straightforward--having little control over a number of other factors in my life, I am determined to make my environment a pleasure to exist in, a reflection of the dweller, a re-establishment of personal identity, etc, etc. Typical nesting behavior, in other words.

This is ultimately good in that it gets me unpacked quickly, and makes me particularly ruthless about chucking possessions that do not follow the creed "You must know it to be useful or believe it to be beautiful." And there is a definite satisfaction to it. Live as you mean to go on.

On the other hand, it also means that in my recent efforts to find art for the bathroom--I don't hang originals in the bathroom, given the humidity, so I find myself cruising find myself saying things like "Wow! I could do the entire bathroom in photos of frogs mating!" (I could, too. I...probably won't...probably...most likely...I was thinking black and white for the bathroom, and I don't think Ansel Adams ever did a "Frog Lust" series, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a LITTLE tempted...)

(Okay, a lot tempted.)

(I mean, they all look so cheerful about it...)

*Indigo, saffron, and pink, with turquoise accents. The bedroom is a riot of vivid color. I am a firm believer in intense color as a lifter of mood. Sure, my future romantic interests may need to wear sunglasses to bed, but hopefully they'll have other things on their mind than "Dude, is this chick colorblind?"