Imago lacus

The picture above was taken by a dear friend, the American poet Debra Kang Dean (please do not use it without permission). I met Debra three years before, when I went to Walden to work with his late husband Brad, a great Thoreau scholar. Once we spent hours tracking this quotation: "Some men go fishing all their lives without ever realizing it's not fish they are after." We concluded that Thoreau never wrote it, but si non è vero...

Monday, May 21, 2012

OVNI bajo la lluvia

Cuando era pequeño los OVNIs estaban de moda, como lo estuvieron después los dinosaurios y ahora los zombis o cualquier otra nueva encarnación de Los Otros. Uno nunca ha sido ajeno a las modas y soñaba con ver alguno alguna noche. Ahora que debo ser mayor veo ovnis todos los días, porque soy un cero en ornitología que apenas puede identificar más objetos volantes que los gorriones, las cigueñas, los buitres, los jilgueros, los mirlos y los petirrojos. Los demás son unos seres misteriosos que, como Thoreau observó, se multiplican los días de lluvia. Esto lo escribió el tío en su diario pocos meses antes de morir:

This (October 5) is a rainy or drizzling day at last, and the robins and sparrows are more numerous in the yard and about the house than ever. They swarm on the ground where stood the heap of weeds which was burned yesterday, picking up the seeds which rattled from it. Why should these birds be so much more numerous about the house such a day as this? I think of no other reason than because it is darker and fewer people are moving about to frighten them. Our little mountain-ash is all alive with them. A dozen robins on it at once, busily reaching after and plucking the berries, actually make the whole tree shake. There are also some little birds (I think purple finches) with them. A robin will swallow half a dozen berries, at least, in rapid succession before it goes off, and apparently it soon comes back for more.

No comments:

Post a Comment