I think I like your hair like that. It’s a bit like a Rod Stewart “do.” You know. Kind of punker-like.
For heaven’s sake! It’s just the way the rain made a mess of it … but … what do you think about the back of it? Is it all right?
Category Archives: Birds
Merlin
I’m really not a scary bird,
Don’t mean to scatter friends,
It seems though when my call is heard,
The birdsong quickly ends.
Downy Woodpecker
My feathers are scruffed up today,
The breeze has teased them ’round,
I guess what I am trying to say,
I feel like “lost and found.”
But take a look here at this roof,
It’s old and quite a mess,
It’s seen some weather, see the proof,
It’s ratty, I confess.
In soft, old wood I find a bug,
For when I want to eat,
It only takes a good quick tug,
To spear it nice and neat.
Blue Grouse
I should be way up in the hills,
But it’s still cold up there,
The snow was giving me the chills,
I’m here for finer fare.
And anyway, I’m on a search,
To find a lovely mate,
She can’t just leave me in the lurch,
That cannot be my fate.
Eurasian Collared Dove – Bird Talk
Just wait! I’m bringing you a snack,
It’s really tasty corn,
If it’s not good I’ll take it back,
As sure as you were born.
Oh wait! Don’t run away so quick,
You’d think I want a date,
I like you, but it’s not a trick,
If you would only wait.
Well, look at me, I’m such a man,
You’ll see what I can do,
I’ve learned to dive because I can,
And all this, just for you.
Can you believe this guy up there?
He must be simply nuts,
But on the other hand I swear,
He’s got a lot of guts.
Sunflowers
Be happy and be full of cheer,
My sunny petals say,
The bee is giving me no fear,
He comes here every day.
And when my petals dry and fall,
My seeds have tasty crunch,
They seem to be the dinner call,
For little birdies’ lunch.
*See the chickadee in the middle photo and the nuthatch in the bottom one.
Flicker
From up here in the walnut tree,
I keep you in my sight,
I’m pretty sure you won’t hurt me,
But then again, you might.
The sun is warming in the spring,
But if it gets too hot,
The leafy tree is just the thing,
For all the shade it’s got.
Young Eagle
My feathers sure are looking drab,
Not striking like my dad’s,
He says it’s so no one will grab
And hurt us younger lads.
That’s right, son, when you grow you’ll see,
Your feathers will be fine,
You’ll turn out handsome, just like me,
The girls will stand in line.
Pileated Woodpecker
So glad the people left these stumps,
They’re like my dining room,
Without them I’d be in the dumps,
No food, just doom and gloom.
Peacock
Two peacock photos taken at two different friends’ houses.
It’s not my fault I look so fine,
My feathers seem so proud,
But deep inside this heart of mine,
No vanity’s allowed.
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