Category Archives: golden-crowned sparrows
Golden-Crowned Sparrow
November is haiku month for me.
smooth and unruffled
he contemplates his safety
competing for seeds
The Proud King and his Timid Queen
The golden-crowned sparrow and his girl are having an adventure on the feeding station roof. They are observed from a distance by a fox sparrow and his friend.
My golden crown means I am king,
It’s why I sit atop this thing.
Melodiously will I sing,
To celebrate the fall’s last fling.
Can anybody join you there?
You seem so high up in the air.
To be alone without a care,
Just doesn’t seem to be that fair.
But please, how do I get back down?
My happy face is now a frown,
I’m feeling foolish, like a clown,
My fear is negative renown.
Oh silly girl, just fly to me,
You’ve got two wings to flutter free,
A hero you don’t need to be,
If you come down I’ll marry thee.
Says foxy sparrow to his mate,
Such foolishness will not abate,
I’d marry you at any rate,
Just follow me and don’t be late.
Spring Ditties
It was a day of surprises. Yesterday, this plum tree had only tightly bunched up buds. Today the sun came out for a few minutes and the plum tree called out,
“Look at me! Look at me!
Every flower a plum will be!”
The next surprise lay at my feet as I stopped to admire the plum tree. It was just lucky I didn’t step on it.
Robin baby, where are you?
Found your shell that you picked through,
Lying by the blooming plum,
Just the size of someone’s thumb.
Morning, sparrow, golden crowned,
You don’t mind me being around,
Posing for me for so long,
Before bursting out in song.
Waxy petals calling out,
Any hummingbirds about?
We’re the colour that’s the best,
Not much sugar, that’s a test.
Try it putting out your two lips,
We are truly tasty tulips.
You rang?
Dim Sum
Sorry. It’s not about Chinese food, although I would love to have some right about now.
The brightness of the sky today got “dim some” when the fog rolled in. After days of heavy rain, the clouds regrouped and pondered their next mode of attack, increasingly darkening the sky as the day wore on.
After a while, the fog moved into our place higher up on the hill, and we lived in a cloud for much of the day.
Even Rufus, the spotted towhee, had trouble finding the feeder until Goldie (the golden crowned sparrow) chirped to let him in on the meal.
Groping, groping as we fly,
What has happened to the sky?
It’s not blue nor full of rain,
Will we see the sun again?
Chilly, chilly is the air,
Need to find nutritious fare,
Build our strength and warm us up,
Need some grains for us to sup.
Foggy, foggy all around,
Where can all the seeds be found?
Goldie chirps and calls to me,
She’s my compass, friend, I see.
Sharing, sharing all the seeds,
She has way more than she needs,
Nice of her to share her lunch,
Think I love her a whole bunch.
By the way, Rufus and Goldie both invite you to check out Anneli’s bargains for her books at https://wordsfromanneli.com/2021/11/21/book-bargains/
A great deal until Christmas.
