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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.
And so it Begins
Robbie Robin thinks of spring,
And the bounty it can bring,
In the lower elevation,
Life was like a long vacation.
Summer berries in the hills,
How delicious were these frills,
In the forests by the streams,
Food enough to fill his dreams.
Ah, but what’s that ridge of white?
Yes, it is a pretty sight,
But it means the days are chill,
And he must come off the hill.
Food is scarce, the bugs are gone,
Must be time for moving on,
Back to lower, warmer climes,
And a few more happy times.
See my friends around my table,
Eating much as we are able,
Mountain ash is loaded full,
Grab the berries and just pull.
Oh, my heavens, see the snow,
I knew I was right to go,
One more feast on berries here,
Then I’ll say, “Goodbye, my dear.”
Solstice Solace
Hi Folks,
My name is Vera. I’m a varied thrush. You may think I look a lot like Roberta the robin. She’s my cousin.
Here’s Roberta the robin this spring, looking a bit ruffled up against the wind.
Roberta came down from the hills with her friends and family last week and so did all my varied thrush friends. We’d been in the conifers in the hills, picking at berries and bugs, but then the snow came and covered all our food.
So we huddled in the woods until the worst of the weather blew over and then found out where Roberta had gone. Well, we all congregated at Anneli’s house and at some of her neighbours’ too. The bare patches of dirt had bugs and worms we could pick at, and the houses along this road had a lot of mountain ash trees growing, so we ate some of those red berries they grow.
It feels like snow will fall again,
Although we birds prefer the rain,
I’m eating berries from the trees,
Though some are icy from the freeze.
When bare spots popped up through the snow,
My friends and I knew where to go,
We found some tiny bugs to eat,
The little spider was a treat.
The yard across the street has shrubs,
We hide in bushes eating grubs,
When rays of sun warm up the lawn,
A worm that peeks out will be gone.
The mountain ash’s berries fall
The sun ferments them one and all,
My cousin ate more than a few,
And then into a window flew.
Yes, life is hard these winter days,
But it is just a passing phase,
With winter solstice we will find,
That happy days aren’t far behind.
Sudden Snow
Gone are green hillsides,
Gone, the green grass,
Kids love their sleigh rides,
Kids yell en masse.
Searching for food to eat,
Searching for shelter,
Birds by the feeder meet,
Birds helter skelter.
Snow covers all the ground,
Snow hides the seeds,
Trees with snow all around,
Trees, a bird needs.
Thrush trills a lonely song,
Thrush calls his friends,
Hoping they’ll come along,
Hoping snow ends.
The Killing Wind
Winter,
Sudden and merciless,
Descends with a force,
Uninvited.
Clinging,
In the lee of the wind,
Near his source of food,
Hummingbird waits.
Snowstorm,
Filling every cranny,
Chilling and killing,
Bitter cold wind.
Howling,
Snowy blasts roaring by,
Threatening small lives,
Take shelter quick.
Cool Days
Cool mist puffs
From stream to sea.
Icy droplets
Yearn to be free.
Oregon junco
Grasps a twig,
Craving bare ground,
He can dig.
Finding seeds and
Fat insects,
More like what
A bird expects.
Tiny sparrow
Sits alone,
So much snow
He can’t condone.
Keeping warm
and saving strength,
Sunny days
Will come at length.
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More Than You Can Chew
Have you ever bitten off more than you can chew? I’m sure Lincoln will figure out that he has to chew it a bit at a time, but that filbert looks big enough to choke a horse.
Trouble is, there are three squirrels hanging around here now and the competition is getting fierce. The feeding frenzy is beginning as the temperature dropped and it feels like snow tonight.
The competition’s fierce these days,
I’m not sure what to do,
But in my frenzied eating craze,
I’ve more than I can chew.
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The White Stuff
“Eh? Orson? What’s that you said?” That Oregon junco knows everything that’s going on around here.
It's a chilly wind today, My fur coat is on to stay, I'm so happy to be warm, With the temps below the norm.
“If you’d pay attention, Lincoln, you’d know there’s been a big change in the weather.” Him and his big fur coat. He probably hasn’t even noticed. But just look at Emma. She’s still trying to figure it out too.
Look now, Lincoln! See the ground, See the flakes fall all around? Food will be more precious though, Covered as it is with snow.
“Sheesh! This is just like in the movies where Bambi says, ‘Mother, what’s all that white stuff?’ and she says, with her soft, stunned voice, like some naive housewife out of a 50s sitcom, ‘Why … it’s snow!'”
Emma snarfs in deep, long sniffs, White stuff gives off special whiffs, Did a raccoon pass by here? Did a rabbit scratch his ear? Licking, tasting flakes of snow. Tries to bite it, where'd it go? Funny flakes of wetness fall, On her head and over all. Emma gives her coat a shake, Leaving just one lonely flake, Sitting on her pointy nose, Then into the house she goes.
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