Saw Some Zürich Number Plates…

On the way taking the bamboo to the tip today I saw a car with Zürich number plates. This is unusual we get a lot of VD, VS and the odd GE but this is the first Zürich plate I have seen. It makes sense for the francophone cantons to visit. Of course, most people from Switzerland are very adept at language.

Coincidence or thematic linkage to my dream?

I have been following the threads from the thesis which point at Annie Besant, Jiddu Krishnamurti and to Giordano Bruno. These naturally led also to Rudolph Steiner. I was astounded to learn that Steiner had given a series of talks a Penmaenmawr in 1923!! There were rumours that Besant was the reincarnation of Bruno and for a while Krishnamurti was touted as the voice of the World Teacher. Besant spoke on the subject of Bruno at the Sorbonne!!

I seriously thought about teaching in a Steiner school and later at one founded by Krishnamurti. I got close enough to have a pre-interview interview at the Steiner school. It was a tad freeform for my liking, but the people were very nice.

It seems the theosophists played a major role in the promulgation of ideas and the promotion of education, several large auditoria, including the Holywood bowl are down to them, apparently.

It seems wherever one goes the foibles of the human personality and interpersonal politics are to be found.

It has been interesting re-visiting these spaces.

Back at home…

The river has risen nearly three feet in under an hour and the runoff from Menez Bre will still be on its way here…chances are the bridge will be submerged before darkness falls.

It has been nice to have some thunder and lightning…

But please can you ease up on the rain for a bit?

The Coypu, An Eel and Changed Acoustics

I am taking a day off gardening etc. because my hips are giving me gyp. Yesterday evening we had a plumber visit to quote us on some repairs to the central heating. We have a spiral staircase and three floors. It is difficult enough to explain how the system is configured in English, but I had to try in French with a largely sceptical audience. This necessitated him and I going up and down the stairs multiple times and at near “normal” speeds. As a result, my hips are very sore. I think we managed to communicate, and we now have a quotation.

{I must remember not to mention electrode potentials.}

Of late we have been seeing tell-tale signs of the coypu, by way of fresh turds. It has been absent for much of the summer and now autumn has started, it has returned. When we were out using the telescope the other night the wife heard a splash in the pond. Today I found a turd very close to the house and some signs of munching under the magnolia tree. I might arm the camera with the telephoto and set an alarm. I am reading the return as a first sign of autumn.

Recently we have observed a phenomenon in which the little fish in the pond appear to be being chased by a predator, one which does not surface. We watch for a long time and nothing surfaces.  A few years back Le Jaudy suffered a pollution incident with a lot of pig shit escaping into it. {There are an estimated 6 million pigs in Brittany, more pigs than people.} Today we have freshwater trout in our stretch, and the river is open again to fishing. I have found a survey that suggests eel, salmon and seatrout were found near here in the past. It is possible that the populations of these have started to recover. My best guess is that we now have an eel resident in the pond. The last survey found that the eels here were between 15 cm and 45 cm long, so it could be a little one and might try to predate the little fish by driving them into the shallows. Eels can “walk” across land on wet nights between watercourses.

Now that we have removed a lot of the bamboo the acoustics of the river flowing under the bridge have changed. There is less damping by bamboo and the river, although low, sounds louder. It flows under the road and through a big “pipe” in effect. If it is louder now, what will it be like when the level really gets up? There is a little more maintenance to do and then I’ll post a picture.

I have been contemplating getting a USB microphone power supply / recording set up to record voice, birdsong, rivers etc. I have a very high-quality microphone which I used to use to record spoken poetry. The level of birdsong by Le Jaudy and The Swamp in spring is high and I have an inkling to try to capture it using the laptop and my microphone.

The chicken fajitas have been marinating all afternoon and soon it will be time so sample them with a “virgin” mojito or two…

Transfixed By a Cormorant

I have just been given a massive gift by nature.

I took the coffee grounds out to the composter by the greenhouse as is my custom. I noticed something moving in the pond by the reeds about 5 metres away. The movement of the water was big, so I assumed that whatever was causing it was large. I then saw the head of a cormorant like bird through the reeds.

It dived and swam several metres back and forth underwater. I stood transfixed not moving. Literally five metres away its head popped up and looked around.  It did not seem to notice me. It was looking at me side on. It was a cormorant, for sure.

This magnificent animal then did another five or so dives and surfaces, presumably chasing the fish in the pond. It got out of the shallows. Each time it surfaced it looked around and must have seen me, stationary, like a statue, coffee pot in hand.

On one dive it surfaced and stared directly at me in stereo or hunting view. We looked at each other for several seconds. I could almost see its brain ticking. “What is that strange creature in combat trousers and with a dragon T-shirt on?” It decided and then made a take-off along the length or the pond, turning and flying over me at an altitude of less than ten metres.

What a treat to start the day like that…close and that intimate with a wild cormorant.


The Ghost Owl…

I walked into the spare bedroom and saw this owl imprint on the window.

It has a wingspan of 60cm and was obvioulsy travelling at speed.

Adjusting the brightness:

Look closely. Can you see its eyes and open mouth perhaps with something in it?

There is no body so it must have recovered from its crash.

Owls are the dreaming symbol for wisdom or death of the old and it crashed into our window sometime around my birthday {yesterday}.

Serenity “Haiku”

a heron stands

one leg in the reeds

he reaches for his oboe

a contented carp

blows bubbles

puckering his lips

a lotus unfolds

her petal wings

butterflies waft incense

a busy dragon-fly

is a rainbow

who caresses time

clear crystal ponds

reflect pure light

whiter than snow

a pendant drop

hangs from the gallows

of a moment

a ripple stretches

across a dewy pond

and yawns sleepily

a reed bends

in the harsh winds

which soon, too will pass

a moorhen dives

hungry for breakfast,

a croissant with butter

the spirit churns

all of the milk

to spread on toast

a hungry falcon

hovers in the wind

seeking a morsel

the rain falls heavy

the ducks rejoice

water off their backs

a Rōnin waits

for he has no master

else his heart

he sits seiza

and watches only walls

for there, is wisdom.