Today’s photo and haiku are in response to another haiku writer who recommended that I read “The Only Kayak” by Kim Haecox,
Jeanne, I have read The Only Kayak. As a matter of fact, I kayaked Glacier Bay in 1977, about the same time as the book. It was an awesome experience and we (my first wife and I) escaped disaster and,in all likelihood, death by the narrowest of margins. An unexpected act by Mother Nature actually saved us.
It was one of my most intense adventures ever. Talk about mindfulness!!! Our entire lives depended on the weather and the tides and how we read them. It was an exercise in being totally present and immersed in Nature. Our very lives depended on it.
In talking about wild places Kim Heacox wrote: They are disappearing from maps and memories like leaves off trees. By saving or losing wild places we will ultimately save or lose the best parts of ourselves. Amen
There are three types of Rosy-Finches. All nest above the treeline in the alpine tundra near remote glaciers and snowy meadows feeding on seeds and insects. Brown-capped have been known to nest in old, abandoned mines. Female Black Rosy-Finches select a spot on a cliff or rockslide that offers shelter from above. The nest is generally tucked beneath an overhanging rock or in a crevice. They are very difficult to find in the summertime, but in the winter they will descend to high elevations below treeline and can be found at bird feeders. While Black Rosy-Finches are not considered rare, in a flock of 200 Brown-capped Rosy-Finches you might be lucky to find one if any. More about the other Rosy-Finches at a later date.
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