Daylight Savings time means that it's still dark out when i go to work. This makes me a trifle grumpy. I was enjoying being up with the birds, listening to the sounds of the wildlife in the city waking up before most of the people do.Still, this morning there was fog curling around the streetlights, swirling in the sodium light as big trucks shouldered their way through the pre-dawn air. The call of kildeer on the construction site i walk past. i wonder how they're faring--the bulldozers destroyed their chosen site, and i don't know if kildeer will move their nesting sites if they're disturbed before they start laying. This is about when they start building nests every year, and though i rarely see them, their piping calls have meant dawn for me for more time than I can remember.
They do blend in if they're standing still. Then I notice that what I had taken to be a shadow on the dirt is actually a bird, moving smoothly across the ground like it's on a track. Making that high, lonely sound--people say that the loon sounds lonely but i think the kildeer has the loon beat by a mile.
A loon is the sound of mourning. A kildeer call is the sound of a lost child, calling for its mother. It sounds helpless and yet somehow just a little bit smug.
...and i'm off; it's time to go lift heavy things and plan what i'm going to do to the gaming group tonight.
after all, in the game world it's the second day of the WTO riots. Life's about to get really interesting...
