Tag Archives: Birds

This Left Eye

This Left Eye

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…on the consummate host.

An Amicable Acquaintance

An Amicable Acquaintance

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Feathered friends are often my favorite visitors, especially the beloved doves who preferred to nest on my deck to head start their young family. We happened to make some new friends from this ledge, a stick laden with seeds assisted. … Continue reading →

Flocked

Flocked

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Feathered friends swarmed us for thirty minutes—it was just the right connection needed after a rough parting. But the time was inevitable and our fledgling fled the coop for some grand experiences that no doubt will be invaluable lessons filled … Continue reading →

The Time of the Singing of Birds

The Time of the Singing of Birds

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“Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest THY FLOCK to rest at noon?” “Behold, thou ART fair, my love; behold, thou ART fair; thou HAST doves’ eyes.” “He brought me to the banqueting … Continue reading →

Flight of Fancy

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I can start daily missives or better yet mini videos of vignettes we witness from feathered friends ever since we placed our invisible chalet here mainly for our entertainment but dually as significant for feeding times. Turns out this hangout … Continue reading →

Eye-to-Eye

Eye-to-Eye

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Eye-to-Eye Outdoors, the evening calling from frogs long waned,replaced with serenading crickets in excelsis.A mid-summer swap when frogs,still aroundperhaps feeling outnumbered,a few silently snack on insectswhile the rest grant them their loquaciousness.And then there is the blue jay,enchanting us as … Continue reading →

Arrested Development

Arrested Development

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Trying to sort out the thoughts with these plumes, they are so brilliantly magnificent that even their randomness on the dinning room table until we sort them out is a fixation. Individually they are imperfectly beautiful. Makes me wonder of … Continue reading →

Things We Find

Things We Find

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I don’t think there’s a child out there that doesn’t dart to another being with more burning wonder after finding eggs than after any other notable natural marvels on hallowed ground. Unless she stumbles upon not a feather or two … Continue reading →

Rockin’ Robin

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She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading →

Desperately Seeking Me

Desperately Seeking Me

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At first, I thought there to be two little birds, but turns out it was the same robin drumming at my window, desperately trying to tell me something. I cracked the door ajar just enough to invite her in yet … Continue reading →