I was working in my studio today when a formation of SUV’s spiraled into the abandoned parking lot behind my house. A gaggle of business suits gathered in front of my window.
They shook hands and then chided one another. “This is the most beautiful desolate asphalt lot in the world,” I heard one say. Then they each took a turn pointing at the property boundaries and the roof line of my house. I think they came here to build a roost with all the construction equipment they stored away during winter.
While I normally reserve a section of my time for the enjoyment and observation of nature, there is something inherently unattractive about this particular species of migrating bird. They have a habit of building their nests with cheap and gaudy materials and, as far as the animal kingdom is concerned, they are not notable for their architectural abilities. Sitting here right now, I have a view of the trees and rooftops of Ladd’s Addition. I can see the tip of the Portland skyline and the West Hills behind it. When the sun sets it makes a perfect scene.
If the business suit goose moves in to the lot, I will never see this ever again. At least not from this window or any other in my quarters.
When I took their picture, I forgot to turn the flash off. The burst of light startled the clutch and they ran to their cars and drove away in different directions.
Today, I frightened the birds of prey away. Something tells me they will be coming back to breed.
