Twelve years ago, Wednesday January 31 Solomon died in a car accident in Bangkok. Today Solomon, we remember you and this year bring in the birds with a SOLOMON name in them, and recall how you set us flying with your music, soaring across water, snow, carrying friends and family in your vision from earliest time holding bird or furry animal.

There is a bird named (species) Ptilinopus solomonensis in the Bismark Archipelago. The Yellow Bibbed Fruit-Dove, known for its vibrant and distinctive plumage, is native to the region east of New Guinea. With its striking yellow bib, this beautiful bird adds a splash of color to the verdant landscapes it calls home. Its presence in the lush forests of this region is a testament to the diversity of avian life found in this part of the world. The bird’s enchanting appearance and graceful presence make it a fascinating subject for birdwatchers and nature enthusiasts alike. As it soars through the canopy and feasts on a variety of fruits, the Yellow Bibbed Fruit-Dove is a true symbol of the rich biodiversity found in the eastern reaches of New Guinea.

Gymnophaps Solomonensis is known as the Pale Mountain Pigeon, is found In the Solomon Islands North East of New Guinea on the Island of Kolombangara, roosting by the hundreds in forests near the rim of craters… Vocalization: a quiet vruu, low-pitched hoot.

BIRDS IN THE SNOW—Mountain snowboarding up near Tahoe and…… Solomon, the waterbird

Poem by Mary Oliver: I’m feeling Fabulous, Possibly Too Much So

…There couldn’t be a more

splendid world, and here I am

existing in it.

I think, just for the joy of it, I’ll fly.

I believe I could..

And yet another voice says, Can we come down

from the clouds now?

And some other voice answers, Okay.

But only for awhile.

Bird photo: KING FISHER in India by Shabda

   Poem by Mary Oliver: Such Singing in the Wild Branches

…it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing—

…but it seemed

Not a single thrush, but himself and also the trees around him,

as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds

In the perfectly blue sky—all, all of them

were singing.

And of course, so it seemed,

so was I.

Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn’t last

For more than a few moments.

It’s one of those magical places wise people

Like to talk about… once you’ve been there,

You’re there forever…  

An offering from your Mama….. <> With you, beloved Solomon in the music and on the wings of LOVE! <>