I took the opportunity to take a walk outside yesterday in the marvelous sun which we have not seen enough of lately. I found some interesting treasures right in my back yard.
First, some moss growing out of the snow at the base of a tree -- perhaps a sign of spring?
Second, a precious little bird's nest in my trumpet flower vines. I don't know what kind of bird made it -- maybe a Robin?
The trumpet vines look like a Halloween card this time of year without any beautiful greenery and orange flowers and with the hummingbirds buzzing in and out.
Third, my terracotta man looks quite lonely without any flowers.
Fourth, some footprints in the melting snow.........
Deer.
Humanoids.
I saw some Precious little Chickadees flitting about, but they were too fast for my camera. They were hard at work looking for food. I did find some bird tracks in the snow. Probably too big for a Chickadee though.
This time of year it's tough for birds to find water that's not frozen. I think that they should go to Walden Pond.
And now two poems concerning the Chickadee from the book "Bright Wings", Edited by Billy Collins.
December Notes
The backyard is one white sheet
Where we read in the bird tracks.
The songs we hear. Delicate
Sparrow, heavier cardinal,
Filigree threads of chickadee.
And wing patterns where one flew
Low, then up and away, gone
To the woods but calling out
Clearly its bright epigrams.
More snow promised for tonight.
The postal van is stalled
In the road again, the mail
Will be late and any good news
Will reach us by hand.
-- Nancy McCleery
In Walden Wood The Chickadee
In Walden Wood the Chickadee
Runs round the pine and maple tree,
Intent on insect slaughter:
O rufted entomologist!
Devour as many as you list,
Then drink the Walden Water.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Until next time -- Be Well and Happy and Sing Your Heart Out!
Robin
First, some moss growing out of the snow at the base of a tree -- perhaps a sign of spring?
Second, a precious little bird's nest in my trumpet flower vines. I don't know what kind of bird made it -- maybe a Robin?
The trumpet vines look like a Halloween card this time of year without any beautiful greenery and orange flowers and with the hummingbirds buzzing in and out.
Third, my terracotta man looks quite lonely without any flowers.
Fourth, some footprints in the melting snow.........
Deer.
Humanoids.
I saw some Precious little Chickadees flitting about, but they were too fast for my camera. They were hard at work looking for food. I did find some bird tracks in the snow. Probably too big for a Chickadee though.
This time of year it's tough for birds to find water that's not frozen. I think that they should go to Walden Pond.
And now two poems concerning the Chickadee from the book "Bright Wings", Edited by Billy Collins.
December Notes
The backyard is one white sheet
Where we read in the bird tracks.
The songs we hear. Delicate
Sparrow, heavier cardinal,
Filigree threads of chickadee.
And wing patterns where one flew
Low, then up and away, gone
To the woods but calling out
Clearly its bright epigrams.
More snow promised for tonight.
The postal van is stalled
In the road again, the mail
Will be late and any good news
Will reach us by hand.
-- Nancy McCleery
In Walden Wood The Chickadee
In Walden Wood the Chickadee
Runs round the pine and maple tree,
Intent on insect slaughter:
O rufted entomologist!
Devour as many as you list,
Then drink the Walden Water.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Until next time -- Be Well and Happy and Sing Your Heart Out!
Robin
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Beautiful phot0graphy, Robin!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your compliment Rosie! I don't have a great camera or photoshop yet, so I am very insecure about my photography skills. I love your Blog, and as you can see, it is on my list of favorites. Thanks again!
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