Wednesday afternoon I was walking toward the back side of the house to fetch something when my eye caught a spot of burnt orange in the browning-out palette of the urban woods. It was a chunky red-shouldered hawk sitting on the branch of one of the nearby hackberrys, watching the forest floor for prey. So well camouflaged, and at the same time so conspicuous.
It's not often (ever?) that I write a fan letter, but I wanted to send this note to thank you for your blog, which I've been reading for several months now. Every time you share one, I discover new delights, and I am astonished at your style, which manages to be both conversational and backed by deep erudition worn lightly. This week's, where you begin with the fauna roundup and progress to a discussion of enclosure -- and the correlation of American investment in enclosure with the expropriation of land from the native inhabitants -- was particularly profound; for me it was the ideal way to begin a contemplative Thanksgiving week. Thank you. (I assume/hope the essays will be collected at some point; I will snaffle up the collection)!