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Saturday, December 01, 2001

Heron, Buzzard, Rooks

The heron glided by an hour or so ago. The buzzard came in just now to perch on a football goal, think for a minute, hoist her tail, eject on to the snow, and fly off again. Now she's in a tree on the edge of the fields, looking out over the stubble.

This morning, a couple of degrees below zero, I watched eight or ten rooks standing in a circle around a frozen puddle with their big party beaks tied on. One rook shouldered into the circle, out on to the ice, and skated across the puddle.

Was reading William Carlos Williams last night. No ideas but in things.

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