Saturday, November 6, 2010

Fly away

Do you ever have the urge
to fly away from yourself?
To leave just a memory trace of feathers
against a bright blue sky.
To fly way up high,
to Siberia,
to Tasmania,
to a world that isn't your own.
Just for a time, not forever.
Like the rogue bird that separates from the flock
and flies miles from its range,
puzzling everyone,
defying explanation.

I do.

The White-tailed Kite that strayed to Connecticut for much of the summer
and has now been spotted in New Jersey, still far from where it's usually found.
Photo copyright Frank Gallo.


  1. I was fortunate enough to watch White-tailed Kites hunt pocket gophers in Pt Reyes California last year. This bird is certainly far from home. I hope it makes it back west.

  2. I hope it does, too. And maybe now that it knows how many voles there are at Stratford Point, it'll come back next year! A pair of Mississippi Kites successfully nested in Connecticut last year, and their usual range is southern and central USA and Central and South America. At least one returned this year (that I saw) but I don't think anyone knows whether they actually nested again.