Haiku Journey

Short, long, summary of a life


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Dropping…

Early spring rains,
Your cherry blossom iridescence.
Lost on the ground

Temperatures dropping, like cherry blossoms at the tidal basin. A taste of spring and then back to bundling up. A reminder not to rush the planting season by putting flowers out too soon.

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Loose Change

Quick trip to Florida and came back to loose change. Working at loose change, like “loose cannon” wrecking random havoc, at least that’s how keeping up with all the regulatory change in the financial sector feels. Counterproductive change, it’s going to have impacts that were never intended – certainly weren’t wanted by the people who thought they were being “ripped off” by the big banks. Change that is going to affect all those who paid their credit cards on time, never went over their credit limit, etc. – affecting them as creditors work out how to implement and comply with the new regulations.

Loose change… You better start collecting it in the car’s ashtray. You may need it soon when you’re riding on empty and your debit card gets declined.


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Next spot…

Location & bird. Location now Florida and bird, make that birds and lots of them.

Tampa to Sarasota along the Sunshine Skyway I see Ospreys, lots of Osprey. They’re on light poles, in flight, hovering waiting to strike, count 8 before three Black Vultures capture my attention.

Lots of gulls and terns, familiar and unfailiar. Pelican, low and gliding just ahead, huge as I pass under.

Afternoon and it’s Sandhill Cranes, one of pairs with two chicks, and ducks

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Birding at 70

MPH that is. All the usual, pigeons, crows, some gulls and a turkey vulture. More Red-winged blackbirds – they’re finally arriving in force. Still no Ospreys, that I’ve seen, but haven’t checked some of the spots where I can can usually count on Ospreys nesting. I expect them on St. Paddy’s so they’re late this year, don’t blame them with the weather we’ve had. Who wants to sit on a wet, waterlogged nest.