Hmmm. I donít seem to be able to work fast enough to keep the sun from going down. But at least it came out today. Yesterday, not so much. Today was actually a lovely spring day, here on the first day of winter. The reverse, obverse and converse of yesterday.
Just at dusk, what to my wondering eyes should appear out my back window but a galloping zebra. I swear (and I donít swear lightly), that was precisely my first thought when I saw the loping black and white motion off in the darkening distance. Once I regained a bit of composure, I realized how unlikely it was that a zebra would be romping in the far field, so I took myself off to the sliding glass door to investigate.
Since it was dusk, I couldnít make the zebra out clearly. Well, part of the reason I couldnít make it out was that there wasnít a real zebra at all. What I could see was a flock of white birds circling and swooping in and out of one of the neighboring oak trees. White against dark, that equals zebra, apparently, in some corner of my mind.
I stared at them for a while, but I couldnít tell what kind of birds they were. White, thatís all I know for sure.
They probably werenít snow geese, because Iíve never seen geese do anything but fly over. These birds were definitely landing in the trees, then taking off again. Then landing again. Snowy white they were, though. Iíll probably never know for sure, because itís a phenomenon I havenít witnessed in my four years out here in the wilderness. It was cool to see, whether it was a zebra or not. (It wasnít.)