Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Rara Avis


I love the view from the 15th-floor window of my office at 55 Fifth. Village rooftops with white-robed men practicing martial arts. Lots of trees, green now in summer. A handsome swath of the Hudson River with its mighty river traffic. Sometimes I see red hawks being beaten up by crows. Bluebottle flies, too high up, take a breather on my windowsill.

Here's the unexpected rara avis that perched on that same windowsill today. He wasn't there long; he just took time enough to do his job, swiftly and neatly.

I held my breath the whole time. Then he straightened his wings, clamped onto the next set of bolts, and was gone.

4 comments:

polycotte said...

Talk about your everyday bravery! I wonder if the height fazes him anymore. I wonder what he's seen through all those dirty-then-clean windows. I wonder if it's cooler up on the 15th-floor window ledge than down on the street, or just as murderously hot. I wonder if hawks hate crows for messing with their reputation. Hmmm.

Lauren T

陳林美純易南 said...

Learn wisdom by the follies of others.............................................................

Danielle said...

This is my favorite blog right now, and I wish you'd post more often. Your observations about city life, the writing life, working, daughters, etc., gibes with my own sense of the universe just now. Blessings on your head.

Fast Bicycle said...

I get that creepy tingly feeling in my feet just thinking about him on your windowsill.