November rain washed away my guilt November rain washed away my pain November rain - so tired I felt November rain was not just any rain Long I longed with deep torment For so long my body waited November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend November rain- slowly I faded. November rain- I cried within Steady and slowly, it kept on pouring November rain, watered my skin And deep inside, I heard my roaring. November rain, it refused to quit November rain kept on pouring And alone outside, in the streets I wept- dripping... dripping and falling.
I woke up this morning to yet again the sound of rain. The temperature is still warm for November, so I decided to brave it out and go to the cemetery to see if the blue birds were still there. This time I decided to bring both my camera and binoculars because I really need to practice getting used to taking pictures. The one below is of the wetlands that are behind the cemetery.
It was quieter than usual, due in part to the rain I am sure. All I could hear was the sound of raindrops falling on the leaves. A church bell rang in the distance and the familiar sound of a blue jay was crooning high up in a tree. I was grateful there was no one present besides me at the time. I often go there when people are visiting their deceased loved ones and it makes me feel sad because while I am there looking for life, they are there mourning the dead.
I walked past my favorite tombstone and decided to take a picture of it to practice a little. I think the reason I am so drawn to it is because it is rather unassuming. There is no name of the departed on the tombstone or no flowers by its side. It is the closest tombstone near the wetlands so I have to walk past it every time I go birding at the cemetery. I often wonder what the woman was like who chose this spot as her final resting place. I have a deep feeling I would have liked her.
The rain had dampened my enthusiasm and there was not a living creature to be found. The blue birds have long since gone and everyone else was seeking shelter from the rain. I decided to make the best of it and wandered around seeking nature.
The blue heron that was there this summer with her babies has moved on to her winter destination, but the nest remains. Someone told me she will go back there next year and rebuild a new nest on top of it. The picture is crude at best, but I was impressed I could even take it.
I was going back to my car when suddenly the air was filled with the sound of crows calling in the distance. I grabbed my camera and searched for them hoping to get a picture. Check it out! My first action shot!!!! HA!! The dot in the left center of the picture is the crow. He is not sitting on the branch, but flying past it. It just looks that way in the picture.
Soon enough more joined and they were crowing up a storm. Yup, something was certainly bothering them and I wanted to find out what it was. I saw one up on a tree and decided to go closer. There a few branches down from him was a hawk! I grabbed my binoculars to get a better look but it was no use. I don't know anything about hawks and they all look the same to me so I have no idea what kind it was. What I found extremely odd was the fact that the crow was there above him. I thought he was crazy being that close and I was convinced he was going to be the hawks breakfast.
The hawk took off and the flock of crows followed. They were stalking the hawk!! I have never seen anything like it. There had to have been about 7 crows that had surrounded the hawk. All you could hear was the sound of "Caw, Caw, Caw, echoing throughout the cemetery. Does anyone know if this is normal??
Anyway, we are supposed to get another 1/2 inch of rain this afternoon. Time to do housework I guess.