Staying somewhat cozy in my treehouse (it’s still got some caulking to do) watching the birds come to and from my recently filled bird feeder. First bird of the day was my namesake, Chickadee.
Grape Hyacinth
Meandered to the tree house this morning and as I settled in all was quiet.
As I sat I longed to be under the feeders in the yard. So, I moved and it was awesome.
With birds coming and going...
Flocks of different birds moving magically through the air...
Air under the wings of the chickadees...
Towhee calls, cardinal song...
Wrens beginning to build a nest
Cedar
Winter day
Cloudy sky
Stillness
Except the birds
Who seek
Food.
Above
The deafening silence
The red shouldered hawk
Calls
From the pecan trees
Of my childhood...
Crows
'Caw'
In the south...
The fly westward
Chasing
The hawk
Of out THEIR woods...
And still the hawk
Calls...
Wren knows this call
Is not the call
Of the hunt.
She returns to her song...
A brown creeper
Scratches its way up the pine
Chickadee and titmouse
Fly to and from...
A ruby crowned kinglet
Hangs upside down
Fetching its meal...
Still the hawk calls
Still the crows chase...
Until
It
Stops...
Until
It leaps
Into
Flight
Air catching under his wings
In one
Powerful
Wing beat...
His body lifts
Easily
To the sky.
In the flash of a mere second
The voice that filled
The silence
Becomes the voice
Of the silence...
The world
Returns
To winter.
wet
Well...
There's rain
and a lot of it today....
the ground is saturated
but in between pours
the titmouse
and the cardinals
and the chickadees
have been wonderfully busy
at the feeders.
