It is a mixture of upland grass, freshwater and saltwater marsh, but most important is the solitude. The far off cry of a Buteo Hawk, American Kestral, Mourning Dove, Red Winged Blackbirds, Meadowlarks, Ravens, and of course the migratory waterfowl of the Pacific Flyway. Another thing about Birds Landing is the wind, as relentless as anywhere I have ever been, cool San Francisco Bay breezes blow up through Carquinez Straits, gaining speed accross Grizzly Bay, and into the upland grasslands. Sometimes the winds are cool, other times its like someone running the furnace on high. I'll miss idly watching the "sea of grass" unfettered by the sheer enormity of the mondern wind machines. I liked the old lanscape of leaning barns, long since abondoned homesteads, little country churches. Iget the new reality, green energy, the new machines of course need a new kind of farmer to tend to their maintanence, and the fact that they are engineering marvels.....Everything changes.
Alert************I believe the person who these shoes belongs to was abducted by aliens******
out with the old.......
.......in with the new.
