Uncaptured

I lay by Kairos dreaming of extinction, extirpation, the haunting of lynx and gyr falcon and wolf, bear, pine marten. And above a kite roosted. There was a confrontation with a crow and one of them made an extraordinary noise of chuckling water over stones or in a vessel. And then the kite calling, calling, calling, right above me, from a tree. And then the kite made another sound that I'd never heard, like a strong wind through branches. I had the recorder on but it had stopped and I lost the whole thing… Like you can't capture the magic.

Earlier, I walked past the Goddess and saw that someone has made a home in her navel.

Afterwards, I inspected a long fallen branch from another oak.

And found one of the pleasing tree nodules that I always see as beautiful.