For the birds, Emek HaHula in my heart, October 6 +the 50th (KhaMeeSheem)

Back in the Valley soon, chayal boded too, but no Hezbollah.

October 6th is coming again, the fiftieth trip around the sun I have made, without a few friends.

First, the smells of autumn—my memory of the dry hot air being fanned down from Mt. Hermon, where binoculars and more powerful glasses point east, my granddaughter’s long lens found this:

A “flamboyance” (she looked it up, she said) of flamingos, a winged s…