Flight of Fancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Watering Hole

The Watering Hole

For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. – Matthew 18:20

Sunday Service

Hark! Such shadowy and throbbing energy from overvalued drones and their angry chants on replay. What’s more concerning is that people are no longer searching for the truth, instead looking for instant gratification for that easy fix that doesn’t amount … Continue reading

Tossed Waters.

Tossed Waters.

Most feathered friends have taken off in flocks heading south by now. I read this poem and thought of them…wish I were in their feathers right about now, weary, tender and happy to be soaring with friends sans regrets to … Continue reading

Spritely at Sundown

Spritely at Sundown

We found a couple of subjects today worthy of a snapshot…one winged feather and one tail feather. What luck! Our daily strolls on the hunt for black walnuts and apples from nearby plots has now morphed into a keen eye … Continue reading