wordsfromanneli

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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.

 


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Snow – The Double-edged Sword

Yes, yes, it’s a white Christmas and almost everyone is happy. Snow covers the ugliness of winter.

But it also covers all the seeds and insects the songbirds would love to pick at. This fox sparrow is probably wondering how he’s going to get through the next days. He doesn’t know that it’s going to get even colder in the next few days. I’m making sure to keep the bird feeders filled and in a relatively sheltered place.

But mostly I fear for the tiny hummingbirds. Why, oh why, didn’t they fly south when they had the chance?

The hummingbird feeder was already starting to get chilled by late afternoon. In the next days, the sugar water in the feeder will try to freeze even partway through the day. I’ve been bringing the feeders inside at night and I will probably have to exchange the frozen water for warmer sugar water before the day is over. The forecast says it will get very cold at night. Meanwhile, this hummingbird was happy to find the sugar water not frozen today. Poor little thing.

Snow at Christmas, what a treat,

But it hides what birds would eat.

Joyful people celebrate,

Birds though have a different fate.

 

Let us help them fight the cold,

In the deep snow, let’s be bold,

Filling feeders to the top,

So the birds can fill their crop.

 

Snow is pretty but it’s hard,

When it covers up the yard,

Birds and squirrels do their best,

Let’s all help them in their quest.