wordsfromanneli

Thoughts, ideas, photos, and stories.


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Henry’s Return

Henry knows all the comfy seats up high in the fir trees. It was time to get off ground level. So many dogs were being walked in the nearby path. Up he climbed until he needed a break from the exertion. Just in time, he found his cot in a high-up perch and lay down for a midday nap.

I think I see an eye. I definitely see his right front foot. Count his fingers! His right (?) back foot is sticking up into the air. Apparently his bed is too small for him.

And of course there is the telltale-tail….

The climb was tough,

I’m high enough, 

I’m safe up here,

And when I peer

Across the bay,

I have to say,

It’s work to do,

But what a view.


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Rufous the Towhee

Rufous spies  some newly planted grass seeds strewn liberally on  black  soil.

 

“A meal  for  me?” he  wonders.

 

“Nahhhh…. I’m sick of the same old, same old. I’ll wait ’til they feed Crispin his sunflower seeds and invite myself for lunch.”

 

“I’ll leave you a few … if I’m not hungry anymore,” says Crispin.

 

Don’t think I’m not caring,

And I don’t mind sharing,

But Rufous is greedy,

It’s not that he’s needy.

 

It’s lovely to have enough,

Life here is not so rough,

Maybe I’ll leave Rufous

Seeds. Such a doofus.

 

 


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Here, Kitty, Kitty!

I’m assuming it’s okay to use this photo taken by Janice Hayward, who glimpsed this young cougar as it came up the road where I live.  Luckily she was in her truck as she took the picture and a video which she then posted on facebook. It’s because of her posting, that I feel it is now in the public domain and she won’t mind if I use it, while giving her credit for the photo.

I live near the end of this road on the right where the squared off hedge is so nicely clipped, thanks to our friend Pat.

I’ve come from the greenways that lead here and there,

I often see deer and, yes, sometimes a bear,

But mostly I like being near to a house,

Where stray cats are out at night chasing a mouse.

 

I like to eat meat, please, no salads for me,

The unaware rabbit or squirrel pays a fee.

I’m sorry to pick up a puppy or cat,

But if I can’t find one, I’ll settle for rat.

 

I’m stealthy and beautiful in my fur coat,

I lick it and preen if I’ve time to devote

To how I might look if Miss Kitty appears,

A fine looking cougar, she’ll give me three cheers.

 

It’s sad that I’m lonely and can’t find a mate,

I’d love to find Kitty and ask for a date,

I know when I find her, I promise you now,

She’s going to be pretty, a real “Cat’s Meow.”

 

 


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The Janitor

A cozy sheltered spot this be,

A perfect place to eat,

Did someone put out food for me,

Or is the spread deplete?

I think I saw some feeders hang

From underneath this roof,

But I would fall down with a bang,

No thank you, I’m no goof.

 

I feel much safer on the ground, 

I’ll pick up fallen seeds, 

I’ll tidy up the mess around, 

And satisfy my needs.

A janitor! That’s what they need!

I help to keep things neat,

By eating every messy seed, 

That falls right at my feet.

 

*** In case you’re wondering what this lovely bird is, it is a Eurasian collared dove.


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Darth Vader of the Sea

Underwater placemats? Next time you have a fish dinner, wouldn’t it be interesting to use placemats with an underwater theme? The fish in the placemats could remind the fish on your plate of the many dangers in the sea.

Darth Vader of the Sea.

“I tell my friends those hooks can pierce,”

Says Dark Invader of the Sea.

“It’s only ‘cuz I look so fierce,

They simply cannot capture me.”

 

My friends stay close and mill around,

They feel much safer swimming near,

I wave my fins without a sound,

And, grinning, tell them not to fear.

 

 


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Spring Snow

There’s no denying snow looks fine,

It makes the scenery divine,

 But what effect on bird and beast?

I’m sure they like the snow the least.

 

They migrate down the mountainside

To lower levels and abide,

They beg the sun to melt the cold,

Because they’re tired of being bold.

 

In summertime the hillsides warm

And sunny bees will hum and swarm,

The berries waft about their taste,

So very few will go to waste.

 

The easy life of leisure times

Is special to the warmer climes,

And when the frosts of winter leave,

The living hill enjoys reprieve.


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Like it or not

Tired of this winter! Do you feel it too?

No time for resting with nothing to do.

Searching for food to keep warm every day,

When will the sun come out so we can play?

 

No leaves are out yet,  no blossoms appear,

I liken the weather to winter, I fear,

It looks like these lichens are tired of it, too,

I’m simply not likin’ it, how about you?