Another Day in Marfa

This afternoon, late, I lay in the lawnchair in my backyard, gazing up at the piercingly blue sky framed by the new, green leaves of the elm. The doves and grackles and birds I don’t know names for called from the trees and electric lines where they perched. I pretended I was on vacation.

I scratched Zackdog behind the ears in his favorite place and watched his eyes glaze over in bliss. The he went off to be by himself and do his own gazing, at late afternoon walkers, the neighbors going to the dumpster, a car driving by, ever watchful for the odd bunnie that might make itself visible and then freeze (as if that were some brilliant defense mechanism).

This is my idea of a good time and it’s when I fall in love with Marfa again. At times, something deep inside us guides us without our conscious awareness and we are compelled to act. We owe it to ourselves at these moments to listen deeply to ourselves and not the noise around us, or the well-intentioned advice of friends or colleagues or lovers. To be selfish.

Yes, on days like today Marfa is a piece of heaven. Don’t move here.

Wow…this is so cool:

Idee Multicolr Search Lab Flickr Set

Thanks for turning me onto this, Canton.

Another Chinati weekend is now passed. The visitors have left and, once again, it’s quiet here in Marfa.

Compared with last year’s open house, this weekend was blessedly not a circus: the puberty patrol was abated (no free Sonic Youth concert) nor did we see parasitic galleries sprouting in every available empty space to sell dubious wares.

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This October will be my third Chinati Open House since living in Marfa, and the second where I have lived across the street from the Chinati Foundation. What that means is that it is the second year of the incessant whine of weed whackers from sunrise to sunset as Chinati preps for open house. And we’re talking multiple weed whackers…so that led me to trying to think of a good collective noun for them: a whinge of weed whackers, maybe? And has weed whacker been elevated to a compound noun, weed-whacker?

As a word lover, I am naturally enthralled by the group names for birds. Many of these are noted in James Lipton’s book, An Exaltation of Larks. What is intriguing about the English language is how it evolves through usage, how malleable it is. Most of these group names can’t be found in the dictionary, but have been adopted through use by birders with sources as far back as 1440.

Here are some of my favorites:

• A building of rooks
• A charm of finches
• A company of parrots
• A cover of coots
• A deceit of lapwings
• A descent of woodpeckers
• An exaltation of larks
• A murmuration of starlings
• A murder of crows
• A parliament of owls
• A pitying of turtledoves
• A sord of mallards
• An unkindness of ravens

If you want more, check out the Baltimore Bird Club website, where I uncovered this list, and the handy table at Nutty Birdwatcher.

A propos of yesterday’s post, here’s some pix from the Javelina Incident which happened early this year.

Background: Erika heard a lot of thunking under the floor of her house and a funny smell. At first, the thought was ‘mice,’ but there was much too much noise happening below decks for a creature that small. So Erika took position after nightfall outside her house and watched as, one by one, four baby javelina emerged from the crawlspace under her house.